It's hard not to take some pleasure in the way Blake gasps as she see's Yang's car. Or the way she looks at it enraptured. She hadn't exactly pegged Blake as being a vehicle enthusiast, but...hell, anyone would be, looking at Yang's new Charger.

"Yeah, I noticed that too." She agrees readily, hoping to sort of divert away from the way Blake is making her chest flutter. "It's pretty much custom-built for me, but..." This place has been abandoned for awhile, and the cars all look like they've been here about as long. "I dunno whether to be suspicious or overjoyed."

She really, really wants to be the latter, though.

She leans against the front of the car, half-sitting, half-leaning. "Storage nothing. What's the point of that big monstrosity if not for storage?" She thumbs towards the train. "You've got living space in your car, Blake." As much as Yang is really, really, really into the Charger (and gods help her, she is, she hasn't stopped hollering internally since she realized she had the keys for it in her pocket), it's not the roomiest vehicle in the world. Two seats, and a very minimal trunk. Certainly cozy, but not exactly the most livable car in the world.