She turns his head to give him a very flat look, expressionless save for the jaded look in her eyes and the angle of her brow. She's hunched over to the side in her seat, one leg up on the dashboard and an elbow sticking into the divider, head in her hands. The seatbelt is a loose suggestion around her hips.

It's calculated laziness; she has an image to project even now.

"So now you wanna know."