"Everything is better than the Indigo Girls." That's girly stuff: a dangerous vulnerability for someone like her, she's sure. A weakness Marcus can take on, it's a fun quirk in an old man. Not her.

"And you're banking me on being able to tell the difference between these motherfuckers, which is a tall order." She reaches out to the dash to feel the AC whirring beneath her palm. "I'm fixing that next time we stop. It'll take maybe fifteen minutes." It's just a blockage, she's sure of it. Dust buildup, probably.