Eliot has just enough time to toss the shotgun to the backseat before Castor does...whatever he does to make that happen. Cars were never his thing. It works, though, and he whoops as they throw off the chase, even though he's pretty sure the maneuver could have crushed them into the sand. But it's more exciting that way, anyway. It reminds him that he's alive.

When the car rights itself he loses balance, though, he wasn't braced enough, and he tumbles across the seat to land halfway on top of Castor.

"Ha!" he laughs, drunk on fear and adrenaline. "That was...that was amazing!"