It is the absolute most ridiculous sounding novelty horn he's ever heard in his life. But right now, he'd be grinning if he could, making sure to splatter a few more of these zombies on the way there.

He's not looking at them, doesn't care if they all started looking like people from the ship or Friday on rollerskates or everyone who owes him money from back home. Pointless distraction and he doesn't care. He is heading straight for the diner and he's not even looking back to see if any of the others are following.

"I'm not sure if they wanted to take a memento or maybe attempt to gather him for burial? People do strange things under stress." Or so he's told. He does not. He certainly didn't do anything weird like make sure Ava was in the car before him. That was merely a side effect from him throwing her towards the car. Meaningless. Absolutely meaningless.

"As an aside, I'm not going to stop the car when we get there, as things are starting to seem well, slightly crowded." The zombies are growing in number and while he's metal and it's not like they can eat him, they can certainly touch him with their decaying fingers on his fine bespoke suit that he just got on the portal trip over here.

As soon as they're near the diner he kicks the door open and tumbles out, surprisingly graceful for leaping from a moving vehicle at breakneck speeds. He heads for the portal. Pauses. Looks at his car continuing to careen off into the night.

Starts for the portal again. Looks at his car.

He is now feeling two emotions.

With scream of rage he finally stalks towards the portal to leave.

Oh he is furious.