The simple grunt wasn't terribly informative. There was no way to tell if the rugged watcher accepted her sympathy or not. A dark brow rose tilting the confused slayer's head to the side trying to interpret its implications. This woman must have an amazing poker face. Mental note was taken to never play poker with Sita.
The growl was far from inviting. Before it could possibly be debated or even discussed the gruff woman was in the classic muscle car and starting up the engine. Accepting that she couldn't have everything her way Kennedy slipped into the passanger's seat and belted quickly. "Nice ride," she admitted her appreciation for the vehicle. Assuming the question of where to go would be coming up soon the latina decided to save the driver the time it would take in asking considering how curt she seemed to be. "Wherever you want to eat. My treat. Price is no object."