It's not super clear if the brakes would have stopped them before the claw or not, but the bubble sets them rolling back a bit either way. Greg's heart is in his throat, ears ringing, mouth dry. Ohhh man this isn't supposed to happen, this isn't how today was going to go, oh jeez oh man.

"Everyone--is everyone--?" He looked back around the van to check on his passengers, heard Lapis' assurance from above, and forced himself to breathe. That's... that's one tally in the "Pro" column.

But there's one big, big tally on the "Con" side. Greg leans forward over his wheel to peer up, and up and up. This is just a misunderstanding. They don't have any valuables or anything! They can make it out of here, and laugh about it.

"H-hey there! Sorry, we're just passing through, we--we didn't expect to see anyone, um, but..."