[Not yet. And hopefully, by the time they get here — since it should take a bit if they've lost contact on account of, erm, Ain knows hand-to-hand combat pretty well for someone who's a little head empty no thoughts — Vash and him will be long gone. Scrambling up to the rooftop is pretty easy, and once they're up, Ain takes a moment to survey. The town they came from is back northwards... which means any other direction should be good to travel. He's more partial to the mountains, even if it'll be colder, since that's a good place to hide. Especially if there are abandoned homes or shacks or a cool ritzy resort to crash in with all the money Ain suddenly just fished out of pockets.

He also took that guy's housekeys just to be a dick, so there's that. Housekeys... are shiny. Leave him alone.]

Do you know how to ski? [He asks, even though skiing is super out of season right now, as he scoops Vash into a bridal carry to fly with.] If you don't like it, speak now or forever hold your peace!

[Because they are, frankly,

running and jumping off the roof, enough for Ain to probably give Vash a mild heart attack for the second time today before his wings beat against the wind and they're off. They're off... aaaaaaand oh no that sure is a lot of police in the distance, huh.

Ain, annoyed, simply conjures a bolt of yellowish, lightning-esque magic to strike a tree down onto the road and kill their pathing while he veers a sharp left and flies higher. Get fucked nerds—]

Haha, I promise not to drop you if you hold on tight!