Anyone who happened to know the tongue of Istanbul would hear exactly what Siobhan was thinking of the patched-together, slightly rusted "vehicle" that sat before them. [i]"They expect us to do our work in this piece of shit? I've seen lepers more held-together."[/i] Shaking her head, she would mount herself into the car, crank a window down and pull out a cigarette from her pocket, waiting a moment to ignore any potential objections before lighting it up, tapping the ash out of the side. "A bit of paint wouldn't solve the problems it has." She looked at where the younger woman; a girl really, had begun to scrawl on the window, unjudgemental in her gaze.

"If it gets us where we need to go, it'll work. I've been on a twinprop plane that had its fueselage held together with spot welding and duct tape, at least if this falls apart I'm not plummeting 30,000 feet." She coughed slightly at the dust that was being kicked up, and almost nervously held her cigarette outside of the window- at this point, she was pretty sure she risked igniting the air what with all of the particulates in it. "Besides, the sooner we're in, the sooner we come out."