[ When Viktor finally wraps up his annoyingly long stretch of beauty sleep, he's met with a creature no less out of the ordinary than himself. Reclining comfortably on his side as if the space belongs to him, something composed of more animal than man sprawls upon several plush seats nearby. Several of the many items meant to deck out the automotive's roomy interior in suspiciously cozy decor have been collected around the demon, from a few pillows to a knitted throw he's kicked off at some point. With how well-kempt he appears, there's little doubt he's not been rudely snoozing the day away, unlike a certain someone he's been trapped with. Which, for better or worse, suggests J has been quietly lying in wait for his companion to wake. Now that his company has decided to join him, though, their encounter kicks off in the least likely way. Meaning, wholly without incident.

Really, Viktor? Is a Hello how you usually approach a potential kidnapping situation when faced with the most likely suspect? ]

My, you're taking all of this with a peculiar level of stride. [ As J's attention lazily shifts away from paging through a well-worn magazine found in some corner of the car, there's a hint of intrigue that flickers across a trio of eyes. The unnatural third, set apart from its brethren in color and location, seems to rake across Viktor's features more insistently than the rest—searching for something deeper beneath the surface, beyond his companion's succinct introduction. ]

Here I was half expecting to be pelted with the whole "Where am I? Who are you?" interrogatory spiel. [ There's a lift of one hand as J gestures with a few turns of his wrist, indicating something rolling on in an obnoxious continuum. ] 

You know, that thing people normally do after waking up somewhere unexpected with a stranger.