Her stomach is fluttering too much from the way he's driving, she doesn't focus in and asks what he means by bargaining chip. All she can think of is that they're going to die on the road now.

He agrees to the mountains and she nods, her knuckles white where she's clutching the seatbelt too tightly. She licks her lips, parched with adrenaline, and breathes out hard. "Okay. The mountains."