Blood and/or oil will likely get us kicked out of his taxi and summarily executed in some random way. Go the the cologne insult.
So close, and yet so very far. The surly French cabdriver takes offense at our rudeness. How much offense?
Ouch. Telling him to mind his own business has the same...
Wait, Steve Keene was born in 1652? The hell?
Never mind, probably a typo. Let's get to the right choice...
Tell him it's dried blood, he'll be so intimidated that he'll drop the line of questioning.
...which Wheeze totally called. That ought to keep him quiet for