Ah, his car. His precious Valerie. The very mention of it sent all thoughts of hotdogs out of his mind and he scowled just slightly - not at Moana, but at the world in general. Because the world had no respect for a man's car, apparently.
"Mostly. I mean, there's no scratches or dents or anything, and everyone's lucky there's not because if there was I'd be indicted on a murder charge already, but people keep threatening her! They don't get it because they don't have cars! Or they don't treat them right!" Chris brandished the pack of hotdogs like a far more effective weapon than they actually were, glaring at the ocean like it had threatened to flood his already-floodstained seats. "She got me all the way out here from bumfuck North Dakota, like hell I'm gonna let some hippie jackass take her down!"