"Can't you shove him in the boot?" Apache asked, raising her eyebrows. "I'll pay his fare."

Personally. Out of her own pocket. Szayel would be a sight to see on Jylland, that was for certain. Pink haired, tall and skinny, with orange eyes and the worst glasses this side of a dodgy fashion magazine where bubble wrap was considered an acceptable material for clothing, he'd certainly attract a gaze or two. Hopefully from a hungry monster.