Personally, he loved the car. But then again, he couldn't drive and nobody around him really owned one with the exception of Marlow's demon-tracking car, so car rides were rare but this one was certainly proving exciting.
"That's too bad, it'd be nice to do it all the time," he says while craning his neck to see what the perp was doing, and missed seeing her gesture because of it. A little bit of TK on his window controls and his window rolls down. "But we don't have any cookies!" A gloved hand comes out the window, makes a hand gun sign, and with a whispered 'pew!' Martin sends a mystic bolt at the target.
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