Kurt nodded once they both affirmed that they weren't hurt. He folded his arms across his stomach, hugging into himself as he watched out the windshield. All the cars definitely weren't helping matters. He just wanted to be home, with locked doors and windows.
"There are... you might be able to cut down the street here," he murmured, looking at the street signs. "It's not the most direct way but there are probably less cars."