"Well, if you're not going to drag it back to the car, then hurry up and let's get the hell out of here. I would like to find something useful to me within the next hour or so."

With that, she slips back into the driver's seat, gun placed on her lap and shifts the gear into drive. "Come on, Blondie. And wrap that shit up before it stinks up the car."

If he wants to find the end of this trip, he better hurry before her foot meets the gas pedal.