[Nothing about this is normal, but he has to treat this like any other unexpected complication to a mission. It's not quite a real mission, but he needs transportation to find his partner--and the rest of the Turks, of course.

Whatever magic or tech this was would have to be sorted out later because they were already wasting time. He doesn't know how long that engine will run and he wants to be out of the city as soon as possible. Rude is ready to reach down and grab the imposter by his collar with his free hand when he points out that the safety is on and Rude keeps as cool an expression as he could manage.]

Didn't think you'd give me a reason to take it off.

[And more reasonably, how could he shoot someone with his face? It wasn't something he could really do unless he was pressured, but Rude slides the safety off to show he means business, resting his finger gingerly on the trigger since this guy was clearly willing to test him.

He gets into the driver's seat and puts on his seatbelt with one hand, holding the gun at his other self with the other. There were things dangling at his feet but the engine was going so he waits for the other man to do the same so they can go.]

Put on your seatbelt.

[Rude lowers his hand to press the muzzle of the gun against the meaty part of the other Rude's inner thigh, exactly where his femoral artery ran. Safety first or bleed out.]

Now put it in drive and tell me who you are and why you're impersonating me.