Dreamer's attention was torn between watching where Kitten was driving them and watching Maeve.  He knew his expression couldn't be anything but a mask of pain, and he felt another tear slip from one eye, but he rubbed it aside with his right hand.  Near the end of the motion the hand gave a powerful jerk, then smashed out the passenger side rear window as he pulled it as far from Maeve and his face as possible.  Glass shattered outward from the car, very little of it falling inside.<br/><br/>"D-damn it!" He managed, snarling at the arm.  "Stop that for fuck's sakes, you piece of cybernetic garbage!"  He tried to hold the hand with his other one, and after a few seconds it seemed to calm.  "Fucking damn it all..."<br/><br/>Kitten looked back at him, not looking annoyed or surprised so much as curious.  "Keep going," Dreamer muttered.  "That building over there, at the end of the dirt road.  There should be some fuel left inside.  And... and we'll be right across the cornfield from where Sherra and Feldana are hiding... so one of us can go get them, and another can get the gas... all right?"  He grimaced.  "Maeve... will you be all right alone for a few minutes in the car?  Or... or will you follow one of us?"  He really didn't like leaving her alone like this... though he knew she might appreciate the time to try to pull herself together.