This is where a more reasonable person would get out, and consider themselves lucky that this encounter with an obviously pissed off sentient car didn't end in tragedy. Unfortunately, Eusine combines a tendency for reckless self-endangerment with an inability to easily let go of his ridiculous ideas, which is why his hand barely hovers over the door handle before settling back on his thigh. He can't shake the feeling that those previous "meetings" can't have been a coincidence. Maybe it had been, on an individual basis, but in the grand scheme of things? No, destiny clearly had something in mind here.

"Do you really hate humans so much?"

Maybe his fate hadn't been to team up with this car. Maybe it was to help it overcome its disdain for organic life.