Denny shifted in her seat, not because of a lack of comfort, but because of an acute emotional whiplash. She wasn't used to receiving this kind of attention, this, contrasted with the context of the last few hours... days... created a sort of cognitive dissonance in Daniele's mind. On one hand, talking about this stuff felt good, it took her mind off the rioting and gunfire and... cannibalism of the immediate past. On the other, however, maybe she shouldn't be taking her mind off of it... maybe she shouldn't feel comfortable... the car ride wouldn't last forever, and she'd need to be ready to be able to face whatever somber reality waited once she got out.

Daniele let the thought fade into the background noise of her mind, she thoughtlessly fiddled with the radio-- she knew there would be no news or music, that stuff had gone a while ago, but she tried anyway... perhaps for foolish hope. Charlie's thumbs tapping against the steering wheel were the only music the pair was going to get. As Denny fiddled with the radio, she let her gaze wander over to Charlie-- every now and again, she'd glance over and smile at her. Denny gave a meek smile in return, admiring the girl's confident demeanor in the face of... The two had essentially met as strangers and stolen a truck, but Charlie was so, cool about it all... Denny allowed her gaze to linger a little more and took note of how her companion was dressed and sheepishly comparing it's practicality to her own slim black dress and knee socks. 

Out of the two, Charlie was easily the better prepared for this, and her cheerful nature suggested she probably didn't even know it.

Denny was curious about Charlie, both in getting to know her and in asking if she knew anything about the... sickness... anything more than she did. Denny was flustered, she wanted to ask personal things, but had no clue how to approach the subject. She found herself resign to thought, looking at her reflection in the obsidian car window and occasionally risking a glance. That was, until she was pulled out of her thoughts.

"Look, up the road." Denny did as commanded, and found herself looking at dimly lit rest stop, the people she could begin to make out as they got closer didn't appear to... move... the same way the sick did. And they all looked civil enough, "Should we stop and check it out?"

Denny's mind flashed back to the city, the chaos of people afraid and uninhibited-- and the highway, where she had seen innocent people die.

Almost reflexively, she checked her bag to make sure the gun was still there, "Yeah. Wouldn't be much of a rest stop if we didn't rest or stop..." She gave a sigh of relief as she recovered the tiny firearm, "...But keep your bat ready... just... just in case."