"It's a big, angry-looking... thing!" That's his professional assessment and he's sticking to it.

Well, seatbelt or no seatbelt he was stuck with it now. He hit the brake and rolled down the window with one hand, before leaning out and aiming one fist at the monster. He paused for a second, following the unfortunate young man's flight through the air and winced at the impact, before discharging a blast of force from the silver rings on his fingers. The shot was aimed at its leg, hopefully enough to take its feet out from under it and give Murphy her shot.

"Got a shotgun in the back seat too, if you want something a little bigger."