For a second he pauses at the car, not long enough to be noticeable, considering if he should get into a vehicle with a known mob thief. But he shakes it off, he trusts her not to put him in a position like that. She hadn't turned him over when he'd be injured, there was no reason not to trust her to do the same now.
"It is your car," he shrugs. Although if it came down to it, he figured he was the better stunt driver. But it's unlikely that'll come up tonight.
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