*narrows her eyes* He'd better fucking live. *aggravated* You know. So we can kill him ourselves. *doesn't think she needs to ask whether booze played a part in this*
*flicks a hand* I've got Mac and some of the guys, I think they're headed round to find another way in, see if anybody's inside. *as something else registers (couldn't stop the car)* How the hell close were you, anyway?