Rodeo wasn't enjoying the view. At all. He was sitting stiffly in his seat, one hand gripping the door and the other clenched tightly on the center console, bracing himself. His heart was thudding loudly, and every time Charlie took her eyes off of the road to glance at the view he had the distinct sensation in the pit of his stomach that he was falling to his death.
"Don't look at the view," Rodeo snapped, voice tight and his distress getting pretty clear the higher they climbed. "Look at the goddamn fuckin' road. You're gonna drive us right off a goddamn cliff." Rodeo sank down into his seat a bit, pressing his back against the chair as if that would save him in the event of a fall.