[ Moving right past the short jokes, eh, Brolin? No worries, Gwen can roll with these and other punches. She leans back when he reaches in, not feeling like accidentally getting punched with a big metal arm today. ]

Okay, okay, I get it. City girl doesn't know her way around cars. It's not my fault this wasteland doesn't have public transit.

[ She relaxes somewhat when he pulls back, sticking her head out the window too, just to get a lay of the land. ]

No, not really. I know you by reputation mostly. [ Which is an excuse that usually goes over much smoother than "I know you because I've read your comic books."

Still. Pretty cool that Motherfucking Cable is here. If there's anyone who would be a good ally in a post-apocalyptic Mad Max wasteland, it would be him. ]

I'm Gwen. Thanks, uh... Thanks for the tip.