[ Roy doesn't exactly have it in him to act all tough and start demanding he be let out of the truck when his stomach is doing flip flops from all the swerving.

He casts a glance at the now unlocked doors. For a moment he seriously considers jumping out of the truck, but his survival instincts are telling him not to be a fucking idiot, so he refrains. ]

Well where the fuck are we goin'? [ He turns his frustrated glare to the smelly man. Not that Roy should complain about smells, living on the streets and all. ] Guy, if you're gonna hack me to little pieces or somethin' just tell me now. I don't like surprises.