He opened his mouth to protest that he had gotten off his ass and tried to do something, but shut it when Lero appropriately pointed out that the move had been expected. His ears laid back on his head and he looked away, admitting defeat. "No need to thank me for a wasted effort. But I didn't mean to actually break skin." he said as apology for hurting the kid's friend.
He turned to Bob, sparing a quick glance at the unconscious Oliver. "I'm not a superstitious sort by nature, but I'm pretty sure we don't need you jinxing us." Tarot said in a flat tone. That would be all they needed, Oliver waking up and easly snapping the telephone cord and killing them all in a demonic rage. "Perhaps we should tie him with something... holy? Does he have a sash or something?" He suggested after Brian had spoken.
He followed Jay out the door, trusting Bob and Brian to deal with keeping Oliver contained and transporting him. He was relieved when he stuck his own head into the hall and heard the lack of commotion.
He ignored the small squabble between Jay and Francis, taking point in the group and leading them down the halls to a back exit. They made it outside unaccosted to find Kyruit waiting by the car. "What the hell are you still doing here?!" Tarot demanded as they closed the distance between the door and the waiting van. It was a sleek vessel, solid black and looked brand new off the lot except that it had tags. Tarot recognized it as Kyruit's own car and his stomach sank.
"Waiting for you, stupid. I'm not leaving my car to be stolen by any weirdos besides you lot. Just call me when you're done with it. I've got the helicopter coming back for me." She tossed the keys to Brian and turned to leave. "And Tarot, when you get a chance, call me. I want to know what all this is about." So saying, she turned and left them to figure the rest of their trip out on their own.
Relieved, he turned to the group he was travelling with. "Let's go, I guess."