Dreamer stepped up beside Sherra as she was about to fire.  He reached out with his left hand and laid it onto her weapon, gently pushing it down.<br/><br/>"There's a... quieter way," he said.  "No reason to make more noise than necessary, and attract unwanted attention..."<br/><br/>He turned to face the station wagon, took a breath, and swung his right fist straight at the driver's-side window.<br/><br/>There was a sound of shattering glass, loud but not nearly as loud as a gunshot would have been, as his fist went through it as though there were no resistance.  Glass fell into the driver's and passenger's seat and onto the concrete floor of the garage.<br/><br/>"There," he said, shaking pieces of glass off his hand.  There were a couple of red marks on his skin, but not a trace of blood.  He was well aware that the others would realize that was unusual... but they would figure it out soon enough anyway.  Might as well get it over with.<br/><br/>Before turning to face them, to see their reactions to what he'd done, he noticed something lying in the glass on the driver's seat... a key.  He blinked at it, then looked at the sunshade above the steering wheel.  He'd probably knocked it loose.  He smiled as he picked it up.<br/><br/>He turned to the others.  He held the key in his left hand, while is right arm twitched a few times.<br/><br/>"The old sunshade spare trick," he said.  "We've got wheels, and a key for them."