"I saw that, Blondie." Not that she cares for or about this attitude. Cindy just likes to bother him because he looks like an easy target. She likes those kinds of people.

"Sure. You probably won't see much, but four eyes are better than just--" Both her sentence and movement with the car are cut short by the appearance of... something. Cindy's never seen anything like it in all her centuries, even if she includes her monster of an ex-husband. The car's dented by the weight of the creature hanging on the front and it seems like everything and everybody shifts forward violently. It's only by quick thinking that Cindy grabs her gun to shoot through the windshield but not quite getting anywhere through the thick glass. Maybe it's enough to scare the thing off, maybe not.

Goddamn it.