He pressed a key on his garage and the fourth door opened. He had four sets of keys in his desk, so it was always a surprise what car he drove on what day. Today it was his mint red 1962 AC Ace 2.6. He pulled the cover off of it, throwing it to the side.
"Just get in." he said, his voice a little lower, less angry, and more stressed. Opened the door and got in, turning the key in the ignition and letting the car come to life. "I don't usually anger easily. Seems you are more than just a free spirit." He took a breath, waiting for her to get in. He needed to go to the blood bank and get some nourishment. That could be the only reason. He was hungry and he lashed out at her. Yes, that was it.