That worked, and Rebekah indicated as much with a shrug. "Car? Or just run it?" It wasn't like the distance was tough for them to handle. Even if she hoped it was some sort of creature they found. Nothing human. Not for morals, but if Kol expected her to feed on any humans they hunted, hiding things would be harder.
In many ways, Rebekah was a woman ruled by feelings, who let her emotions run rampant much of the time. That was the image many had of her, and it was true, to an extent. But centuries being the subject of Nik's rages and whims had forced her to develop a different mentality, filing things away in her mind. Oh, she would have her initial flare of emotion, that wild and reckless passion she had. But after that things became buried, pushed as deeply down as she could. At least until the cracks began to form. "It doesn't really matter," she half shrugged in reply to Kol's question. "I'm the bad guy for hating her. For thinking she'll do everything she can to split us up, for being worried she'll succeed. Usual stuff." Sad thing was, it was usual stuff, for them. "Anyway, it doesn't matter, really. You're the one who matters. Whatever we need to do to make you not do the natural reaction of slaughtering her."