[He's just going over to the bike to tuck things away when he hears Chrissy kicking and screaming in some kind of intense emotional catharsis, and figures he'd better come check on her. As she stumbles toward him, he brings his arms up around her to hold her, warm and gentle. He closes his eyes and rubs her back.]

Yeah? In a good way, I hope. You did real good tonight. I loved bein' able to point the bike the right way to set you up to wreck this asshole.

[He chuckles, then brings a hand to her face to brush away her tears.]

Love that my sweet princess is so lethal when she wants to be. An' fuck anyone who tries to mess with you, huh?

[Aaron, who had been watching the chunks of burned monstrous body in continued shock and horror from his spot on the ground, now tries to resume dragging himself to something like safety. He reaches the car, and gasps in pain as he pulls himself into the front seat. Johnnie notices out of the corner of his eye, certainly hears him, but the guy's not any threat anymore. His attention is on Chrissy, who gets a soft and gentle, but lingering, victory kiss.]