Though Will's concern was thoughtful, Sam let herself laugh at it. "Cold? I can see why you might be, but buddy, we're in California on a fair autumn evening, and you know where I'm from. If it's this side of freezing and dry, I'm okay." Still, she clambered up into the cab and onto its bench-style front seat, shoving her bag over the backrest. She hadn't packed anything too fragile to survive a short fall, or Breakdown breaking suddenly while cruising at 50 klicks.

"I don't think you've mentioned Soundwave before...? But nevermind the Pentagon, can you hack the National Student Loan Service Centre? And, 'a lot'?" She hadn't shut the door behind herself, and now had to regret it; that was the kind of question that could've, should've been punctuated by a full-body gesture, like propping herself up against the windowsill even if that particular action would inevitably end in the door opening at just the right time to ensure she went tumbling out, ass over teakettle. "Like what?"