Okay, so it definitely was bad. Natasha couldn't tell if he was judging her at all, nothing really stood out in his demeanor, but she thought he most likely was. If the roles were reversed, she probably would be. Her brow furrowed in indecision as she thought over the options. She was unsure which choice would be the best to make, given the circumstances of it being so late. She'd already lost a solid three hours of progress on her journey back home, so at this point, the fastest option wasn't necessarily the most important. 

"Well..." Natasha started to try and formulate an answer, but she was interrupted by the sirens getting louder. The lights were now visible, and she watched silently as the car approached and sped past. It was clear that Randal knew the officer that was driving, but she didn't bother asking as there were still bigger concerns on her plate.

The police car speeding by reminded her that staying out at this time of night in an area with no street lighting definitely wasn't her best option, even if he came right back. Getting into a car with a stranger was a strict no-go in the city, but she could see how in a smaller town area it would be considered more hospitable. On one hand, she didn't want to leave her car sitting out, but on the other hand, even with as little as she knew about cars, she could tell that trying to drag her car along in that old truck was going to make the trip to get the oil a little less smooth. 

"Well, I guess I'll just ride with you to get the oil and then we'll see what happens after you change it," Natasha finally decided. Feeling a little guilty and self-conscious, she added, "Thanks so much again for doing this. It's so late, you must just want to get home."