"All right. The air tastes different, more polluted, are we in the city yet?" Judas asked as he pulled his steel gloves on tighter.
A bad tugging sensation in his gut told him he might need them soon.
Meanwhile the little kid was spouting useless and rather senseless questions such as "Hey, can I see your swords?" "Who are you?" "Why are we driving?" "Where are we?" "Why is everything so quiet" and such.