The good news is it's dark enough that he can't - besides, he's focusing on his own jelly knees and wondering if it's just him or she's feeling it too.

R peers inside the car, about to give it a good whack when he remembers something that isn't is: another survivor, someone he ate, trying to do the same thing to the car. It's strong glass. You could hurt yourself on it trying to punch it open.

"I'm not sure if we can break it," he says quietly.