"Vortex manipulator- only it's not manipulating much right now. Something's interfering, probably whatever brought me here," John explained and went for the driver side door. "Because the whole part where it's loud, noxious, and driving 130 kilometers per hour would never set off the walking dead."
His cheeks were hollow as he tried not to smile any more bemusedly than he was already when John ducked down out of Suzie's sight. It wasn't too tight a fit but he started adjusting things as soon as he was seated.
"Alien technology, uptight, British- how's Torchwood these days? Can't say Jack an' I left on the best of terms, but I like to think he's still thinking about me," John bragged and started yanking at the steering column, sure he could make the thing work, "He ever talk about me? That is if someone hasn't buried him in concrete yet?"