She shrugged, looking up when Tragos turned to look at her. Was that a spark of interest in his eyes? It made a change from his usual stoic countenance. "They didn't throw punches. They would have, but this witch lady stopped them. But they both got pretty nasty." She kicked her shoes off and slid down in the seat, her big skirt gathering up over her lap as she propped her feet up on the dashboard. She probably should sit better and not crumple her dress, but she was past caring. She did glance back at the centre console where those snacks and mini beverages had been, though.
"Think we can pinch a vodka or something from the minibar?" she asked him, the look on her face turning mischievous.