"You need 'em enough to point a gun at me?" Her eyebrows rise a little. Hey, maybe he just likes pointing guns at people. She could believe it.

She wonders if she could just walk away. He'd have the car and everything; he wouldn't benefit from shooting her. But he wouldn't take a loss, either, and maybe he just likes shooting people. She could believe that, too.

She sits more properly in the car. "Fine," she says, and the low tone of her voice shows how she isn't pleased about it. "Fine, let's go to Fairyland."