"Where?" Andy asked when Illyana spoke about the people in power being more direct. "Here?" He paused. "Because if this shit isn't direct, I do not even want to know what it's like where you're talking about," he said honestly, eyebrows raised just slightly.
When Illyana agreed that the mysterious failure of his van wasn't good, Andy nodded. "Yeah, you're tellin' me. I'm fucking pissed. Elliot and I were really careful about not using the battery or gas too much, so we could save it for if it got too cold and we needed the battery to run the heater." He gave a snort when she suggested the van was too nice. "Yeah, they need to get out more if that's the case. My van, while I love it, is pretty much a piece of crap."
Stretching his arms over his head and leaning back against the locker behind him, Andy nodded. "Yeah I've got jumper cables, but I'm telling you...touching the Impala is not a good idea. It's asking for trouble, believe me," he advised with a frown. "There's gotta be something else. Maybe the bumper cars or something?" he tried.