"Unh." The noncommittal noise about his injury check up was all Booth could manage on the subject at the moment. His fingers found a cut just above his eyebrow where his head had slammed into the wheel. He prodded it tenatively but with his focus on more pressing matters, it barely hurt.
More pressing matters like his car. So it wasn't his car but he'd been renting it long enough to think otherwise. He shoved open the door and got up, body protesting with the normal post-crash wiplash as he stood up. A slight tilt to the side and he righted his balance.
What did I hit? Whatever it had been, it wasn't human. He knew that much. It had moved too quickly and that snarl wasn't something he was likely to begin forgetting anytime soon. Tenatively, he eyed the dark lump in the middle of the street, his eyes going comically wide.