"I borrowed it," she muttered, gesturing to the lack of car key. Rives snorted from the back seat in amusment. It was typical of her, really. "From near Scamander Park. I don't drive cars with more than two seats and... I knew there would be four of you. I'll give it back," she turned hear head a little to fix her eyes on him. "Unless you want it? I can change the plates." She shrugged a little, but she was being completely serious.
She heard him wonder about Clark of course, but she never spoke about that. Ever. Rives knew of course, he had been around, but she tried to leave those memories in Alaska.