[ Foggy watches, feeling a strange solidarity as he sets the handbrake on his own manual transmission debt-maker and climbs out of the driver's seat. He's not all that great with driving yet and probably wouldn't want to try backing out in front of her even if he felt confident (which he doesn't). He gestures to the car — at the general hood area — and then pushes up his sleeves one at a time. ]

Put Tina in neutral and I'll push you back out. Can you steer in reverse? I'll keep it slow, so you should be fine.

[ Of course, this is something of an immense task considering the bulk involved with the car, but Foggy feels like once he gets a little momentum, he'll probably be able to keep it. Each hand goes onto the hood, palms testing to make sure he's got good leverage.

He adds, pointedly: ]

Don't forget to take off the handbrake, but be ready in case it wants to... roll over me.