V8, that was the answer Sita had been looking for. Putting a six cylinder in a car like that was just pure blasphemy. A real reason to be condemned to hell. The slow cut off of words caused a glance to be given in Kennedy's direction. "Mmm, all gotta do wut comes our way." The hired hand wasn't sure what had befallen the other in order for that pause to be caused what seemed to be an otherwise talkative girl, but it had to be something painful for her. A nod was given in response to the confirmation and it only took a moment longer for the watcher to pull the car over into the diner's parking lot. Parking with ease the hired hand pulled the E-brake up and sat for a moment before pulling the key from the ignition and carefully, while trying not to be obvious of her still tender injuries, got out of the car and locked the doors before heading for the diner. Glancing over her shoulder at the other woman simple words slipped out. "Six cylinder would be death worthy in a car like tha."