Justin practically leapt out of the car, throwing open the door, and he gestured violently towards the dent the man had left on the hood of the car, brow creased.
"Hey! What the hell do you th-!" he started, but cut himself off abruptly, and shrunk back a little behind the still open car door. "Jack, is that-- Uh- h-hey there- I wasn't-" His eyes darted up to the skyline anxiously. Was the whole costumed circus going to come flying after him?
"You're good right? I can buff this out. We're good. We're fine."