[[An Zhe gave a slow nod at first, carefully turning in his seat to swing his legs out of the truck and slip out. Behold all five feet of this guy.

He fiddled with his fingers in front of him, idly knotting them together and untwisting them in tiny motions. The man in front of him seemed... maybe not completely fine, on a closer look, but not damaged by Truck. The other guys had also run away, which meant they were fine enough. Probably.

So An Zhe nodded again, taking another big breath.]]

... That's good. Sorry for the trouble.