As he hears Kuzmo’s shouts, Rudolph turns around, even though James would rather forge ahead. It occurs to him that without his oversight things could get a little choppy.

”It’s a car, not a wagon,” he hisses to the large man. ”Residents are going to find it strange if you can’t talk like a human from this country or planet.” He takes a deep breath as he gets behind the other side of the car. ”Hey Kali? Mind asking one of your boys to go get help? I think Kuz needs a hand back here. Also, hop in the driver’s seat and put it in neutral, then just steer to keep us on the road.”