JEEZUS Mike's fur stands on ends at the honks, and he's suddenly regretting leaving the horn in. A neccessary evil, apparently. He leans over, flipping on the light tab for Crow with a claw.

"Move this," said with some heavy relief. The road lights up from the headlights, and their path is now a heck of a lot clearer. Leaning back, Mike chuckles. They're not roadkill right now, so hey, he's gotta give credit to Crow for those reflexes. "A little slow on the draw there, but hey, you figured out your signals and your horn. A+, dude."

He gives Crow a thumb's up, and honestly, it's hard to tell if the gesture is genuine or teasing. Probably both when it comes to Mike.