"Right with you!" Baz tries to drop down into the garage, or at least the garage-mouth, making a run for the vehicle too. He leaps into the seat and starts the engine, the great clattering diesel engine probably alerting every Infected who wasn't taken out by the grenade. "Call as you're aboard, I'll hit the gas. Get onto the Doc and that... that kid." He offers the radio up to the mounting for the SAW.