"Yup." Wince. Daniel grimaces at his shoulder and eases off the pressure a little to check the blood flow. It's less than it was before, but between the state of his jacket and the hand that might as well be gloved in crimson, he doesn't think he could pass as your everyday passenger. "Not sure how we're gonna sneak this past, though."

But he does have money, thankfully. Hopefully enough hard cash to get them elsewhere.

"Right pocket," he says, nodding at it, and looks back up at Seth with an apologetic partial smile. "Could you? Don't, ah, don't really have hands at the moment."