"Yeah, yeah...I know," he said, still distracted. He managed to park him bum on the seat, but his knuckles were white as he gripped the seat in front and his body seemed to elongate as he kept trying to watch the front.

He glances at Barret and smiled a little. "You could say that, sure. And my wife's definitely a bit of a fox."

There was another metal thing coming towards them. Smaller. But faster.
"WHAT IS THAT?" he shouted, grabbing Barret's collar and ducking down, trying to pull his friend with him.