As Elena asked, or more commanded him, Charles went to gather his stuff from his truck. If it had been a full-on crash, he might have been worried about trying to pry the glovebox open and grab his insurance papers and all that stuff, but it wasn't really a problem. He got a better look at the gouges and scratches too, now that the excited chaos had died down... Definitely claw marks. He had made similar claw marks on a tree just a day or two ago, though he was just marking his place, not trying to kill two innocent people.<br/><br/>Returning to the house, he approached Nina and rested one hand on her shoulder while he jammed the few papers he took from the truck into his pocket. "I'm... I can't say for sure what happened. It was pretty dark, and I guess you had all of my attention," he said with a smirk. It might have been charming, even for him, if they weren't all riding an adrenaline tsunami and crashing into land. "I need to talk to you though, in private." There were just too many loose ends... He had to tell her what really happened back there, and what he really was. Worst case scenario, if she freaked out he could just get away from her, get outside and flee through the woods. If he transformed, there was no possible way they could catch him, unless they had several helicopters and an army.