"Come on over, then." Jack hops off the driver's seat, slipping into the homey back of the van to give her room to scoot over. "I'll walk you through it. It shouldn't be too hard?" He hopes. He does recall his own first lessons in driving. They did not go well. At least this isn't a manual.

"Er, my name is Jack, by the way. Thank you for the rescue." Her appearance doesn't disturb him, really. His best friend is made of tree bark and mushrooms, and frankly, actual demons might be friendlier than some people he knows.