Christ on a cracker, [klaus hisses out, stumbling backward away from the car and raising his hands in what appears to be a defensive position, although the placements are all wrong. not that it matters though, because he's lowering them soon after, eyebrows arching contemplatively.]

Well, have you got any other ideas? I'd make a joke about leaving breadcrumbs, but it might be in poor taste, given our situation.

[after huffing a sigh and brushing the dirt smudges off onto his coat, he tilts his head, studies his new acquaintance through his eyelashes, considering.] Totally serious, by the way. Whatever you can bring to the table, I'm all ears.