"Neither do I, but there's something I'd like to do first." Flexing her claws, Rebecca goes to the nearest bike, puncturing both its tires and tearing up the rubber to uselessness. She enjoyed the petty act of destruction, but equally didn't want to see them try and escape again. Motorcycles and cars could be difficult to run down, they lasted a great deal longer than any animal capable of approaching their speeds.
"Guess we have some time to check how things look behind before we do anything else. We also could split up, make sure no one escapes. Think it's easier if I take the front alone." Explaining that she'd shift into a rhino and simply run straight through the door. Two tonnes of mass at 35 miles per hour was an engine of destruction, a metaphorical runaway train.