He could kill a bunch of men without flinching but he's unsettled by a jeep? "It's a modern form of transportation. It's kinda like the modern version of a chariot. It's not a monstrocity. She doesn't object to bad when he pulls her into the backseat. He looks rather desperate when he asks her to stay close. She pats the back of the driver's set. "Not a monster at all. Not even alive. So when are you going to tell us just what you're protecting us from?" She gives him and expectant look, her father looking in the rear view mirror as well.