He laughed at that. "Cars don't PURR." They did not. They made other noises. This one could make a good noise too, when it started up. It wasn't nearly as impressive with the noise-making as the Impala, but it was pretty good all the same. For a truck.
At her command, he grabbed onto the edge of the seat and pulled himself into the car. It took a few minutes for him to actually get the task done, as it was much more difficult for a drunk person to do than a sober one, but he somehow managed to comfortably seat himself in the truck. Leaning back against the seat, he rubbed at his face, slightly wincing as he felt the area where the man had punched him from the bar. That would probably bruise. But he'd deal. Wouldn't be the worst thing that ever happened to him.