After lighting the cigarette, Soren inhaled thoughtfully. "Mountains. I'm not in a lots of people gambling and smelling like desperation." He rolled the window down, ashing out into the wind. "I can stay awake if it means us not wrecking." His smile was lopsided, a good indicator he was teasing.
Reaching out, he squeezed Cass' thigh just above the knee. "Want music?"