"Sure thing." He gets out of the car, key in his hands as Ivory flies out behind him and rushes back into the house to excitedly chirp at anyone still there and will listen. Whoo boy. "Don't know, but... kind of glad all the same."

Anything's better than a flaming wreck. At least, that's what he thinks. He stretches a little, mentally preparing himself for the inevitable 'what the Six did you do to your father's car?' questions he's likely to receive in the next hour or so.

Though he gets why that concern and downright worry is in Shiro's voice. He really does. Just as much as the other likely gets why there is a certainty in his voice when he answers with a, "We'll find it." Because it's a promise.