"Alright." groping under the seats has yielded nothing but a half empty can of car air freshener and a forgotten glove. She discards them immediately and sits up on the back seat.

And freezes.

Clem isn't sure what she's seeing (big and pale), all she can think is whatever it is probably isn't friendly. "Ellie!" she hisses softly, as quiet as she can while still being audible, "Close the doors!" she scuttles over the back seat, grabbing the handle and pulling the door too as quietly as she can, pushing down the lock for good measure and repeating that on the other side.

Then she slides down onto the floor of the car.