Kei's vision of what was going on in the car was obscured by quite a number of things. The sheer violence of Toshiko's driving, and Kei's own fear. Death in a car accident would have been quite an amusing end for a familiar, Kei would have thought, if he wasn't in the middle of this... driver's madness.

His hands grapped around one of the upper side handles of the car, but all he did was rip it off in the turbulence. Dropping face-first onto the car floor, the eerie feeling in his stomach finally acted on the opportunity. His face turned green for a second before hurling up. Whether it was familiar sickness or the chaos of Toshiko's driving, it still did the same thing to the upholstery of the car.

Kei clambered upwards awkwardly, refusing to look anyone else in the eye. He was more embarrassed than angry, and anyone could tell from his blushing face. Kei did try to pull off an angry expression, but the red in his face made a stronger impression in the minds of everyone. He clung onto the the car handle this time, and managed to find a way of handling the madness of Toshiko's driving with angry composure.

"I'm sick," was all he muttered as an curt explanation.