"Claro," she says. Of course he needs a shower, after that little display.

She ignores his touch, eyes still taking in the city. She's still on edge from the fights, and she's not happy with being driven around. It makes her feel helpless. When she goes into situations like this, where a car can be equal parts transportation and weapons form, she drives.

"What about dancing, do you dance?" Her voice is distracted and she seems to be watching something as they round sharp corner. She's seen the other cars, but she assumes they're both his guys.