If this means she gets to drive, it's a fucking blessing. Especially if he hasn't got a gun pointed at her during it. It's almost refreshing; everything is shit, complete and utter fucking shit, terror and death all around them, but for once? They both have the same goal, and she trusts him to complete it.

At least, until it becomes a choice between him or her, but they aren't there quite yet. She's still got the car.

She nods at the shotgun in the back. "Shoot whatever looks like it's about to shoot us." The Dead aren't her concern; she's mowing them down when the can't swerve and avoid them. It's not good for the car, but she likes being alive more than having an intact undercarriage.

Merle is right; as soon as he's in, she guns it.