This isn't a test, she realizes with a sick feeling growing in her stomach. This was a series of tests, and she failed them all. He was probably hoping she'd pass, or something. He's smarter than he looks-- which isn't saying much, but still-- and she got fucking played.

This is good news, in that if he wanted to really do horrible shit to her, he would have by now. And it's bad news, because she still has no idea what he actually wants. She's still failing his tests.

Some part of her, the same part that still stupidly regrets her father's death, wants to pass them. She does her best to snuff that out and move forward. He doesn't want to kill her or make her wish she was dead. He wants something else. She needs to see if it's something she can give, and what she can get for it.

Whatever he wants or doesn't want, he's not going to let her walk away.

She lets out a shaky breath, and runs her hands over her face. Just do it, you stupid fuck. "This kinda car's real bad for off-road driving 'cause the undercarriage is weak," she says, finally. This is something she knows. She'd rather stick to it. Christ, anything for something she can succeed at. "The cooling system got ripped off and the car overheated. That's why I was under there."

She points to her bag. "There's tubing and a ketchup bottle full of coolant in my bag. I can fix it."