Kitty's silent for the drive as she starts removing what she can of her get up - the veil, all the jewelry, everything that can come off immediately does so. She doesn't care that it messes her hair up a bit, or that her carefully applied make-up is smudged, because now it's just the two of them and she knows - or at least, she hopes - that he won't mind if she's a little less than perfect.

Once they're at the rest stop, she takes her clothes from him with a smile. "I think so, thanks," she says, shifting around in her seat so that her back is facing him. "If you could just unhook the top, I should be able to get the zipper."