Swearing and hissing in the cab as the impaled driver bleeds hot and fast, and his pal is trying to steer, trying to coax his foot off the gas, considers if it would actually be more useful if the driver was simply proper dead, but here we are.

The sword is left behind. Which co-pilot can tell, because it remains there, wedged in metal, and he can hear something moving above.

Eimear, who has over a century on him, who has her own gifts, he's sure. Lestat climbs his way across the roof, hand over hand, claws digging in for stability, eyes black and hair everywhere and this will probably make a good album cover too. It is not actually useful information for Daniel in particular when Lestat replies with, 'She burns', serene in delivery despite the objective chaos he is experiencing and causing.

Reaches over the side, grasping the handle of the sliding door. Within the van, the sound of locks being psychically forced into giving way, which only benefits Lestat in that he can open it enough to get his fingers in and then heave, snapping the door off and away with more strength than expected, careening off somewhere to cause some property damage they all zoom past.

A flare of fire whips out of the open space. Lestat, moving with a vaguely arachnid agility to climb in, reaching to grasp scorched flesh and burning hair.

As if flung from an airlock, Louis will see the burning vampiress hauled backwards, and then up (up and away).