Libera took one last long drag from the joint before tossing it aside and climbing in. Rolling the window down she let the smoke out the side and then turned back to him. "I'll take over in a bit," she told him, curling her legs up into the seat so that she could sit with her back to the door instead. The seatbelt had to stay off or else it was too awkward, but that was okay. Libera forget about seatbelts most of the time anyway. "Go another hour or so," she said to him, closing her eyes. "Then I'll drive the rest."