Trip bristled. "I very well can't see out the window, you know." Gebbeth glanced over. "Ah, yes. Skiv. Hm." Trip frowned. "The guy Vinyl tried to kill me over?" Gebbeth nodded. "Precisely." Paolo shrugged. "To be honest, dying doesn't bother me much. I also have a mental guard, who can easily kill you before you reach me."