"It's either that or static, awkward silence, or we make real conversation on the ride," I said, not sure which one she would prefer. Probably the awkward silence, although I have a feeling it wouldn't be terribly awkward for her. While she has the gift of gab like her old man I had a feeling she spent a lot of time just with her own thoughts. It would be awkward for me because I always feel like those thoughts are full of judging me and finding me wanting. Which... fair enough I am wanting but also unfair of me to assume she's thinking about that all the time. Not everything is about me. For the most part, very few things are actually about me.

"Nice jacket," I said, impressed with the magic she's got worked into it. It's not as cool as a duster- it is in fact much, much cooler than a duster- but that pretty much sums us up; one of us much, much cooler than the other. Well, metaphorically Maggie is cooler and literally I'm cooler. Oddly enough, I'm willing to bet that neither of us care too much about that sort of thing.

Stepping up to the Jeep I pause for a moment and glance over at her as a thought occurs to me. If I'm entrusting her to have my back with this case then...

"Want to drive?" I asked, pulling out the keys and handing them to her. I'm fairly certain she knew how to drive a stick. The Carpenters are good people like that.