It was probably a longer driver to where they were going to eat, so she turned the radio on. Despite her refined tastes for what she played, she actually enjoyed some of the pop music she had growing up.
She doesn't do much, not wanting to embarrass herself by the choice of songs, only lightly tapping her fingers against the end of her handbag.
This was getting awkward, she never was one for many people, so sometimes she had to force conversations. What the hell should she say next?!