[Once they're safely across (and probably entertainment for the person in the car) Niko goes after him.]

I guess with big war, no cars, ah? Is too bad. I like cars. I used to drive them for people. [And steal them for money. But he's pretty good at keeping his mouth shut while he's drunk and not talking about what he was.]

But this makes intersections hard. Wait. I think I smell something like Italian. I hope that's pizza. [And not tricky alien food.]