The song comes rolling to a close with no mention of stolen formula one engines. The mixtape crackles, and there's a distinct shift in recording quality and volume: the next song is much louder and a little clearer. Marcus actually winces and turns it down a little, but then his fingers start tapping the wheel along with it, a grin spreading across his face.

With the distraction, it takes him a moment for her words to sink in. When they do, he rolls his eyes, then shoots her a funny, crumpled-brow look sideways, and say, "Yeah, you got any smelling salts? Ain't good to faint while you're driving a bastard of a thing like this."