Finding a car with the keys on a crowded street is harder than it seems. He's run up half the sidewalk, leaving bloody footprints in the light dusting of snow and nothing. He reaches the end of the street and falls flat on his face when he tries to turn too fast.
Signless tries to scramble back to his feet, palms stinging from the ice and gravel, and makes a grab for the handle of the nearest car to pull himself up-

And ends up falling again when the door swings open.

"Psii! Over here!" Right now he doesn't care if it has keys in it or not, it's unlocked. He'll push it to the damn hopsitalhive if he has to.