[ If she were in tip-top shape she'd be annoyed with him, but as it stood at the moment she's fairly happy with the wind on her face and hair billowing around her. It's a sense of freedom she's not felt in a little while, probably since she'd last stood beside Vincent to watch the frozen wastes around them fly by. Granted, that wind had been a lot more bitter and cold, but it was the same in the sense of the sense it gave her. Particularly after being cooped up for the past few weeks, it's nice. She's glad she stumbled on Jim, at least, in her little meandering walks. ]

I've got a good eye for these things. A bit of a natural. [ Or well.. she'd been made a bit of a natural. There's a distinction to be made, there, but not one that's big enough to make to Jim. ]

A car is nothing like this. It reminds me of the Rabbit, a little. Wind in your face and hair..