She was not in the position to complain about what they were going to be riding in. After all, Cyn was at his mercy when it came to going anywhere untilt he situation was fixed. Of course, if his plan was not to make her uncomfortable, he was not doing it well. Granted, she was finding it harder and harder to hate him, but she was also finding it weird that they could talk to naturally. it felt familiar but she couldn't quite place it. That and she didn't want to. She was convinced that once this was finished and she had her car back, everything would be normal again. She would not think about him when he was not around and he would not be nice to her like this anymore. "Fair enough," she replied before pulling her ponytail from behind her back.
"It's nice," she replied in a small tone. This was the Jeep he would have let her borrow? No wonder he didn't want to- it was lovely and it would be stolen in an instant in her neighborhood. Of that, she was sure now. But she kept that to herself, still feeling a little sheepish about her stuff being stolen. She hadn't thought about the traffic when she got to the car because she was so used to not leaving the house after she got home from work, unless she had dance lessons. She looked up in shock at the sound of the horn and her eyes flashed over to her now angry driver. Who was yelling in French. Cynthia blinked a few times, not really wanting to say that swearing had never sounded so good to her before. Instead she just asked, "... did you just swear... in French?"