"It's the fuckin' dirty south, boy!" Hunter replied indignantly, revving the engine momentarily before taking off from the curb with her usual reckless abandon. "Did ya really think you were gunna need that damn coat? And is that wool?!" she managed, turning away from the road momentarily to gawk at him. In her own thin flannel hoodie, she was still a little warm.

She had the box on her lap, and she glanced down at it, before looking over and grinning at the sight of his hair. "What is it, a big box of lube or something? Ya know I hate that tingly shit."