Sigh and say with an annoyed look
"You are one of those lizardmen right?"
Your passenger gives you a pained glare that nearly makes you shit your pants. Perhaps not the best moment for that kind of humor...
Hop back into the driver seat and get him to where he wanted to go as fast as we can?
All things considered, seems like the simplest thing to do would just be to take the guy where he wants to go. Sounds like he's got something to deal with.. whatever this is there, too. You climb back into the driver's seat. Yep. Totally the sane and rational thing to do. Of course.
Fortunately, it doesn't look like the destination is much further ahead. Maybe a mile. Behind you comes an agonizing shriek, then a loud crunching noise. Yep. Sure wish the back seats had shoulder belts. You floor the gas pedal and with a squealing of the tires your car pops back onto the road. Hopefully no cops heard that.
1 mile. Gunning it, about a minute. Maybe even less. 50 miles per hour. Please, let there be no animals standing in the middle of the road. 60 miles per hour. You hear a ripping sound. God, that better not be the seats, best feature left on this car. 70 miles per hour. You've only gone this speed once before. Something slams against the back of your seat. Hard. You barely keep control of the car. Jesus, were you this sweaty a moment ago? 80 miles per hour. You might be overdoing it. 300 feet. Shit!
You slam the brakes and veer hard to the right. For a moment, the car's hood becomes obscured by foliage and you're shaken violently side to side. But it's over in an instant, and you find yourself on a gravel road with a dimly lit house growing rapidly closer and clearer. Too quickly. You slam the brakes again.
"You have arrived at your destination."
Call the police while briskly walking back towards the freeway.
{sorry m8, had it written before yours popped up)