A surprised shout that is rather rapidly cut off when one of Miho's shuriken embeds itself in his throat. His hands fly to his neck as his eyes bug out of his face, desperately trying to keep the blood from pouring out of the gash.

Miho hadn't been trying to kill him, just to silence him, but it rather looks as if he'll die anyway. No real need to make it quick, is there? So after a glance to make sure he's not going to pose further threat, she gestures towards the far end of the building.

"Garage. I hope one of you knows how to ride a motorcycle. We could take a car, I suppose."