Lauren had similar trust issues, though not quite as deep. She was just fine being friendly with a number of people, but the number who made it past the acquaintances stage and into real friendship? Well, she couldn't actually count anyone who'd successfully done it that wasn't family and didn't already know her secret. No one on the res had been interested, and she mostly kept to herself here in Michigan. She was mostly fine with that; there were some times late at night when she could get a little maudlin, but for the most part she could shake it off in the light of day.
Once he was in the car, she shifted into first and pulled out into traffic. The diner she had in mind wasn't far, a couple minutes by car, but it would've been a pain to try to walk it in this downpour and still keep wallet and phone dry, especially considering she was already soaked. "No pretending," she said with a brief smile. "You definitely helped. Those bolts were on pretty snug." She patted the wheel briefly; the car wasn't a show-quality restoration, of course - she didn't have the funds or the mechanical skill to do work of that caliber on her own, but she'd done a lot of work to get it running and looking decent, though it'd helped that it'd been in pretty good shape when she'd bought it. "Seven, eight years or so?" she answered. "Got it a little after I turned sixteen. Worked my ass off to afford it, got some help from my grandfather. We fixed it up and I've had it ever since."