[ Eddie quickly rolls his window up again (manually, of course) as Knife Man stalks to his own car, and he only exits the van when he and his knife are gone in a cloud of dust. He watches, tucked along the side of his vehicle until he’s sure the man isn’t going to turn back around, then creeps out, eyes wide. ]

What? Oh! Uh—

[ He pauses and pats himself down, checks to be sure all his fingers are intact, and finally shakes off like a dog trying to relieve some stress. ]

You know, it looks like I’m in one piece. Thanks for that, by the way. Can't say I've been threatened over a parking job before.