"Yeah, and I know pretty much one person who'd play that sort of prank," Ford said through a clenched jaw, channeling that lingering annoyance into those thoughts. He pulled out his phone, took a picture of the wreckage, and texted it to his twin with a single word attached: asshole.
He sighed as he tucked his phone away and turned to her. "Yeah, sorry. I didn't expect any of it, either." He wiped his hand off on his jeans and held it out to her. "I'm Ford. Which, you know, you've probably figured out, but introductions are a thing. Your puppy's even cuter in person."