Although Vermouth had been shot in one arm and one leg, she still had one leg and one arm that could move. In the end, supported by sheer stubborn will, she successfully shifted herself into the car "Dr. Araide" had driven over.
—Bourbon had lunged in too quickly just now, leaving Akai Shuichi no time to fire a few more shots. In that sense, she really did have Bourbon to thank. Also...
"He really hates Akai Shuichi as much as the rumors say."
Through the car front window, Vermouth glanced at the two people locked in a fierce fight up ahead. "Makes sense. An undercover agent and a traitor—the damage they do to the organization goes without saying. From that perspective, Bourbon is actually pretty loyal."
Though she acknowledged his loyalty, Vermouth had no intention whatsoever of going up to help. She sat in the driver's seat, studied the unfamiliar steering wheel, and prepared to drive off.
This was not the car the previous "Dr. Araide" had usually driven—Bourbon was even more suspicious than she was, and had flatly refused to ride in any vehicle she provided.
So before Bourbon disguised himself as "Dr. Araide," Vermouth had no choice but to put on a show and stage a little car accident, sending the original car off for repairs and letting Bourbon drive the car he had obtained himself.
"That guy must have persecutory delusion," Vermouth judged inwardly.
Still, considering what Bourbon had been through recently, especially all the setbacks he had suffered in matters related to vehicles... it was not completely incomprehensible.
In any case, when the snipe and clam fought, she reaped the benefit. Though she had just taken two bullets, seeing those two still tangled up in battle improved Vermouth's mood quite a bit.
"Goodbye, Bourbon." Vermouth smiled