There's the barest pause for it-- Chloe'd prefer to be behind that wheel, particularly at a time like this-- but the sound of ricocheting bullets is a brief, effective reminder that being fussy will cause more harm than his lead foot and stiff shoulder steering. She tugs the door open, slinking in from a low angle and leaning over across the e-brake to keep from going upright while the door is yanked shut as ungracefully as humanly possible.

"Thought you'd never ask," Chloe huffs, the words are clipped and rushed and the humor's nearly lost, given that she immediately takes the opportunity to tap at his arm muttering 'go go go'.