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[souffle_girlek]

Oswin is not really up for 'socializing'.

And she didn't want to report that she spent her day (sensibly) in her rooms either, because then she has to talk about it, and she doesn't want to talk about it.

Really not.

So she's in the garage, deconstructing a car's engine (mostly with skill, sort of with brute force and mechanical aid). It's active, it's not in her rooms, and she can threaten anyone she feels threatened by with the electric drill.

It's a win-win, really.

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[hasthehighground]

He breathes a laugh, adjusting the backpack on his shoulders, grabbing his sunglasses and windbreaker off the counter, pulling his keys out of the windbreaker pocket.

"C'mon, then," he says, headed toward the door. "Time's wasting."

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin scurries with alacrity, abandoning her glass in the sink and trailing after him with her luggage in tow.

"So, Clint, you said car, you said I'm not allowed to take apart this car, this better be one hell of a car." Oswin informs him as she trails in his wake in the garage. Of course, this is Oswin, newbie to cars in general other than what she's destroyed discovered in Milliways - there's pretty much no wrong choices here.

[hasthehighground]

"It is one hell of a car," Clint says, grinning back at her.

It's parked in the multilevel garage tucked between his apartment complex and a few others -- the vehicles in it ranging from a couple stunningly colored exotic sports cars to a slew of Camry-equivalents and a few beat-up pickups.

On the second level, there's a sleek but somewhat out of place looking car.

Clint pops the hood open manually, holding it up for her to fit her suitcase in.

(It is, in fact, the trunk. He loves this stupid car.)

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin stands, staring, a little spooked. Slowly she eases closer and peers into the...

Trunk?

It's a trunk.

In the front.

"... Clint, what did you do to that poor car's engine?" It's really not where it's supposed to be, in her limited car experience.

[hasthehighground]

"It's in the back," Clint says, entirely too pleased with himself. "There's more space behind the front seats, if we need it -- it was modified back in the 80s. Uh, thirty-plus years ago."

To make more room for carrying weapons and generally smuggled goods, of course. And to make it lighter.

Clint mostly uses it as a convenient place to nap. And, uh, store weapons under the locked panels.

[souffle_girlek]

"That's just wrong." Says Oswin Oswald, ultimate car authority, but she puts her suitcase in the trunk anyway. "Is anything else backwards in this car, or does the rest make sense?"

[hasthehighground]

"I think the rest'll make sense." Clint waits for her hands to be clear before shutting the trunk and re-locking it. "Though I'm not sure what weird car assumptions Milliways has given you. Oh, I guess -- the back doors open the opposite direction from usual."

He unlocks her door before getting into his.

[souffle_girlek]

She does not say 'Clint, your car is weird' because they haven't gotten out of the garage yet and she does very much want to see this new world.

...

Her face says it eloquently. Clint, your car is weird.

She gets in anyway. It's a weird card that'll start an adventure so weird is alright by her!

[hasthehighground]

The first twenty minutes of the trip might be boring, depending on how easily wowed Oswin is by palm trees and clear blue skies and the low-key bustle of San Diego.

It's not quite rush hour, thank goodness, but Clint's still quiet as he's focused on the traffic lights-and-potential-pedestrians.

Once they're out of city traffic, he glances at her with a grin. "Okay, navigator. Tell me where you want to go."

[souffle_girlek]

Since she's never seen anything like that before, she's definitely entertained by the outrageously tall palm trees and skies that go on forever and... well. The unique foot-traffic of San Diego.

"Err... north?" She offers, because for all she knows north is a bad direction that no one in their right mind would go, but her map contains a lot more north than it does south, so...

North.

"What's this big blue thing, there's a road that goes along that."

[hasthehighground]

"Good choice," he says, amusement not particularly well-hidden. "That blue thing's the biggest ocean on Earth."