"I can drive," she said, a stubborn reflex. Her shoulders sank after a moment. She wasn't 'okay' by any standards, and it was stupid to pretend she was. "Maybe you should," she said quietly, unbuckling her belt.
She got out, moving around to the passenger side. "The brakes are a little touchy." The Ford Taurus was close to as old as Rose was, but it was holding together. Better than she was, today.