Radek spun at the call, pushing his glasses back up his nose, blinking a little owlishly as he sighed and made his way across the open space.
"I'm fine. But not so much my dear car," he replied, his Czech accent a little stronger due to the distraction about the state of his car. He glanced over his shoulder once more, unable to see anything that was now happening outside. Instead he made his way to the booth he usually used when stopping at the Roadhouse. "Her leather, it was so clean and soft, and now it is desecrated," he stated sadly.