"I didn't think I'd be driving tonight." Most of what was out during this moon -- his head snapped up to look up toward the sky -- wouldn't be taken down by simply running over it. He dug around his pockets until he located his blade. Turning it round his hand, he started to beat the handle against the driver-side window.

"Just a second." If nothing, he was persistent in slamming repeatedly against glass with a knife. "I remember when it was a lot easier to break these windows. Maybe they aren't so useless."