"Couple years old, silver SUV." He says, leaning back on his arms, just listening to her. He's not looking, even though he could. "Already switched the plates." He's ready and able to get going. But he needs to make a stop and pick up some clothes. Then, they can stop at a truck stop somewhere, and he can grab his own shower.

"Need to stop and get some clothes." She'll understand. She's done this before. "Then, we can get on the road for a day or so." After that, they'll both need better sleep than the seats of an SUV can give them. "Food, then clothes." He decides. She'll need to eat, and he probably should too.