'As if,' she mutters, crossing around the bonnet, trailing her fingers across the hood as she goes.

She sinks into the seat, wiggling a bit to get comfortable. Something's off, and she knows what it is, but she doesn't want to mention it. Instead, she watches him go through the motions, and then glances up at his profile.

Something takes her, and she leans across into his space, one hand on his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss just in front of his ear.