[Rune really wishes he had any useful spells stored in his sigils, but he’d just been in several firefights back to back before he got sucked into this place, and it’s not like he’d anticipated finding himself in a scenario like this one. As it is…

Taking a breath, Rune whispers a Strength cantrip, feeling the magic flowing through his muscles as he does. It might make him crash further once the magic wears off, but he already feels like shit so why not?

It’s still awkward with one arm, even so, but the Strength helps him get a grip on the passenger side door and push without hurting himself any further. He winces in response to the other man’s words of “comfort”, although he’s not wrong. Still.]

Thanks. Depends on how desperate people might be for parts, I guess. Or how desperate they are to just get down the road and on to whatever the hell this city is we’re supposed to be heading to.