*crouches on the ruined hood of the car, unbothered by the heat or smoke* *hmm, that could have gone badly if she'd had to show up... little too reckless, maybe?*
*hops down, lands lightly on her feet and wends her way to your window* *bends to press her sort-of palm flat to the glass... and her attention is suddenly arrested by the swath of bright crimson on your hand (blood, oh, and warm)* *flares her nostrils ever so briefly, scenting the air*
*comes entirely visible and hisses at you, chilly and terrifying in her purpose* You could be dead. Dead, dead little mortal, all dead blood and bones. *draws her hand back and smashes the window in, shrieking into your mind* Dead.