She's not she will be, but she nods, closing her eyes hard and wiping them with the back of her wrist.

"Yeah," she says, scrambling into the drivers seat. She takes another second until she's sure she can see, then hits the gas.

The car almost leaps out of the ditch when she revs.

"Fasten your seatbelt."

Because Little Miss Miracle-Gro isn't exactly going to drive at funereal pace.