"Why didn't you say something?" Solo growled at his partner.

"Though you think that I have some supernatural ability, you are sorely mistaken. How was I supposed to know that a deer was going leap from the woods and land on the hood of the car?"

"What about that famous gut of yours?" Napoleon stepped out of the ruined car, carefully dusting bits of glass from his coat.

"That is instinct, based upon certain things that are happening. Though it may look like divination, it most certainly looked. Though I can predict that Mister Waverly will be angry about the condition of the car."

"No kidding,"Napoleon mumbled."Well at least you can tell him the deer survived."

"Why must I report it?? Illya crossed his arms in front of himself, looking rather defiant.

"You were driving."

"I am suddenly feeling light-headed; I think I was injured," Illya lied as he put the back of his hand to his forehead. ""It is best I lay down in the back seat until help arrives.

"You been watching some silent movies lately?" Napoleon asked. "Smart Russian."

"Or so you always tell me," Illya tried not to smile.