Dreamer nodded, not looking at Sherra or Kitten as he instead looked at Feldana.<br/><br/>"I'm fine.  I'm tougher than that, little one."  He smiled.<br/><br/>The smile faded as a distant explosion echoed down the street and made the parking garage vibrate for a moment.  For them to have felt that, it was probably a gas station or propane truck that had just blown up.  His ears weren't as good as Sherra's, but he didn't need to hear the approaching mayhem to know what this meant.<br/><br/>"Sounds like we've overstayed our welcome in Kree," he said, turning and unlocking the door through the broken window.  He opened the door, swept some glass off the seat, and leaned in to unlock one of the back doors, then he pulled off his backpack and tossed it inside.  To say he'd come to Kree as a tourist... overstayed his welcome, indeed.<br/><br/>"Get in folks," he said in a feeble attempt at levity.  "We have to ride."  He unlocked the other doors from inside so the others could get in, then slipped the key into the ignition.  He turned it.<br/><br/>The car came to life, the engine running smoothly from what he could tell.  The fuel gauge showed just over three quarters of a tank.  Perfect.<br/><br/>He scratched at his chin as a thought ocurred to him.<br/><br/>"Sherra," he asked, looking at her for the first time since he'd smashed the window, "what can you hear out there?  Do you think we can get away before the rebels try to stop us?  Because if not..." he glanced at Kitten, "...I have an idea to convince the humans we're allies.  It's gross, and disrespectful, but it should work."