"Fuck." Chloe breathes, neck craned about to stare off behind them and make sure they're not being tailed. It hasn't been the best deal they've had, but if she's entirely honest, it's nowhere near the worst. No collapsing ruins, no lava or plane crashes or unliving...things. So when Charlie's taken the 7th frighteningly unsteady turn and there's no flash of headlights that she can make out, Chloe sinks back down into the battered passenger seat and lets relief override the tingling rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Well that could've gone a bit better."