"Can't take you anywhere these days." Chloe mutters offhandedly while switching off between the clutch and gas; left foot minding the clutch pedal , right jamming down across the gas and brake to steer them through sharper turns. Hospital's a thirty five minute drive, Chloe's certain she can make it in half if what's left of their bullet-riddled rental doesn't give out on her.

Heel and toe footwork saves her the trouble of having to downshift-- "Pressure, Charlie."