[ it's so much smaller on the inside than it looks, and she's pretty sure she kicks one of the buttons accidentally, but at least nothing happened. ]

[ settled in the driver's seat, anne runs her hands along the steering wheel. it feels like leather, a lot more comfortable than the smooth wood she's used to on a ship. she ducks her head a little, looking at her feet towards the pedals. surely one of those makes it move?? ]

Two's better. [ easy agreement. ] We still don't know how these work. If one breaks, we got a spare. Not like we ain't been in debt before. There's jobs and shit, if you can't come up with somethin' better.

[ she pulls at a lever, but all it does is make the windshield wipers glide across the window, to which she scrunches up her face in puzzlement. at least it's a nice distraction from jack's question after her well being. gross. ]

S'weird. [ the windshield wipers keep dancing. ] I don't like it. But it is what it is, yeah?