Daniel's expression is a clash of terror-adrenaline-relief, Louis is alright, and the force of that reveal is powerful enough to make him forget how fucking pissed off he is at him for right now. He rips a piece of metal from the car frame, a bit separating the front window from the bulk of the van cavity.

"He's—"

Up, potentially about to drop a vampire to the ground? It sticks in Daniel's throat, but only for a second.

"Fine. Come on, we have to move."

"Mr du Lac?"

Hey, Rashid is here, by the way. Daniel scrambles around to the crushed front end so he can drive his makeshift stick through the living, but dazed, vampire's head. No idea if this will cause death, but it will cause a stop for now.

"Law enforcement and fucking Tiktok! Very fucking soon, move!"

"We have people—"

"For this?!"

Maybe not, says the wince.