She gives him an unimpressed glare, her expression flat and annoyed. She wants to say something like, 'I'm not a little kid', except she's suddenly reminded of a scene in that David Bowie movie Luke liked, and it makes her want to bang her head into the window. This is all such a pointless, stupid, messy way to die. At least nobody in her family's alive to see it.

She keeps driving. "It'd make me feel better if you said something actually useful," she grumbles, "but then you'd probably be lying. How far are we?"

Might as well get her gruesome murder over with. Prepare for the worst, hope they don't take your gun.