"Anything for you, ma'am," Jack tipped his hat to her before tapping it back on his head, climbing into the driver's side and turning the car over. The radio, surprisingly, was playing a bit of classic rock, and Jack was relatively quiet on the ride up, only humming along to the music on occasion. It didn't take them long before they pulled through a large set of gates, up a private drive to a nice farmhouse.
Putting the car in park, Jack walked around to open Chel's door for her again, offering her a hand to help her down. "Watch your step- s'country, now. Some right nasty things onna ground, y'either wanna look out for, or jus' not see."