Well, I wouldn't recommend you hand it out to everyone of course. But I don't see why they shouldn't have it.

[ Security permitting, of course. The car turns down a side street and Laurent squints out the window, leans forward after a moment. ]

Here is fine.

[ With that, the driver pulls over a little and sets on his hazard lights, and Laurent undoes his seat-belt and slips from the car -- waiting on the pavement for Faolan to follow him out. ]