"Ohoho, shotgun!" Excitedly, as if there's anyone else here to argue where he sits.

It's with a very practised ease that has Cass managing to slide into the passenger seat and fold down his umbrella without ever having the sunlight tough him, slotting it in between his knees and appearing totally uncaring about the heat inside the car itself. This heat is preferable to be literally on fire, so he dun care.

"Like a drive by? Gangsters hangin' out the window, issit? Mate, I got some good experience with that, so I have. Regular drive by pro, me."