[Perhaps he likes to be more theatrical than his companions. Twice didn't exactly fit in with the likes of Dabi and Shigaraki after all. Doesn't mean he's not a weirdo, so Chargebolt at least has that going for him. He's obviously not as concerned with the young hero compared to the American.
He's right in the judgement of the car; the vehicle is as devoid of traceable electronics as possible, most of the computer-style mechanics inside being for the gauges and the radio (which still uses an antenna). Ironically, it would make the car easier to pick out if someone knew what to look for, but...
Band doesn't attempt to stop the hero's attempt to wiggle himself into a more comfortable position. Doesn't look like there's anything sharp in the reachable viscinity, asides from the unused seat belt and the cuffs on his wrists. And both of those are still rather blunt compared to a knife or a shard of soda can.
What Kaminari doesn't know is that when he was awake last in the motel room, it was well into the night. They'd loaded him up in the car early in the morning and had been driving for most of the day, evening settling on them now. A full day and a half since he'd been kidnapped. The sky, when it's seen through the trees, is a deepening orange color as the sun sinks further towards the horizon.
Momentum slows as the car coasts to a stop by a road, then turns, to the left, heading forward with another roll backwards for the passengers inside.]
Yes, our aim is to drive around in circles until we're caught.
[The American smiles at him through the mirror. Second time he's answered a question like that in such a way. Guess it's an in-joke for him. He seems to get amusement out of it.]
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He's right in the judgement of the car; the vehicle is as devoid of traceable electronics as possible, most of the computer-style mechanics inside being for the gauges and the radio (which still uses an antenna). Ironically, it would make the car easier to pick out if someone knew what to look for, but...
Band doesn't attempt to stop the hero's attempt to wiggle himself into a more comfortable position. Doesn't look like there's anything sharp in the reachable viscinity, asides from the unused seat belt and the cuffs on his wrists. And both of those are still rather blunt compared to a knife or a shard of soda can.
What Kaminari doesn't know is that when he was awake last in the motel room, it was well into the night. They'd loaded him up in the car early in the morning and had been driving for most of the day, evening settling on them now. A full day and a half since he'd been kidnapped. The sky, when it's seen through the trees, is a deepening orange color as the sun sinks further towards the horizon.
Momentum slows as the car coasts to a stop by a road, then turns, to the left, heading forward with another roll backwards for the passengers inside.]
Yes, our aim is to drive around in circles until we're caught.
[The American smiles at him through the mirror. Second time he's answered a question like that in such a way. Guess it's an in-joke for him. He seems to get amusement out of it.]