Barret barely budged as Robin attempted to pull him down behind the seat. He was becoming a little ticked off, as his face contorted into a glare. The fear he understood, but it was becoming irritating very quickly.

"Get a fuckin' hold of yourself Robin, God damn!" he nearly bellowed, grabbing the younger man by the arm with firm authority, "It ain't nothin' but a car. Jus' like this one but smaller, and moves the same god damn way. Now if we gonna die, it sure ain't gonna be by no crash. We too valuable as specimens to go down like that." He wasn't entirely sure if he believed that, considering how many people disappeared every night, but he was willing to believe anything to keep this kid from cracking up next to him. "Now settle down and tell me about somethin'. Anything. What's you're wife like? You got any kids?"