Sam would have offered to help, but it wasn't like there was more than one ice scraper, so he settled in (comfortably, which was rare in anyone else's car) instead and grinned back over his shoulder at Paige.
"What music you want, Pipsqueak? Figure you can at least pick that since I snaked shotgun," he offered instead, fishing around in Pete's music collection to offer her what selection there was. The radio stations would be a complete bust, what with the hills. Not to mention that anything they did manage to tune into for more than a minute at a time would be country of the most redneck variety possible, or religious.
While she figured that out he turned back to Pete. "Left out th'drive, then in towards town for a couple miles. I'll let you know afore we need t'turn again, but it'll be another left."