"I like the way you think," she told him, very matter-of-fact as she took in the interior of the car. "I dunno, I feel like I shouldn't touch anything."
Which was, in all honesty, probably a good decision.
His next comment elicited a sideways glance complete with a quirked eyebrow. "Alright, I know you're gonna cut it with the cryptic and explain to me what all of this business--I don't know-- lack of choice, stuck in the city, yadayadayada, is all about."
Considering the question, she scowled, running a hand through her hair and pausing to marvel at the fact that she could actually do that without getting stuck. Huh. That change had yet to get old.
"Choice, can you believe it? You know how it goes--they asked, I said 'yes', and then I get out here and it's...not what I expected, I'll tell you that much."