Daine winces as the truck shakes. He might only be a cub, but he's plenty strong, and he's not being sensible.

"Because it's all over metal, see?" She stretches out enough to rap her knuckles against the back of the truck. "It's too strong to smash - not without something else made of metal, anyhow."

She feels a bit silly beneath her worry. As if reasoning is going to get her too far with this one. But it's all she can do, so she steps back away from the door and tries again. "Why don't you come out?" she wheedles. "Then I can go in, and I'll get you all the ice cream I can carry."