Angeline looked at the clunky van and was, well, unimpressed. It hardly gave off a visage that filled her with confidence, and the smell was considerably worse. Under the thin veil of fried foods were much more distasteful scents. It wasn’t exactly what she was used to, but nothing was anymore so with as much gusto as she could manage she drew a deep breath and slid inside along with the other two girls, rather upset at the dust that rose from the seat as Abi tossed herself into it. Surely it was nothing she wanted to breathe in too heavily, she carefully slid down into the seat next to Siobhan avoiding disturbing any dust or dirt. She wasn’t much a fan of smoking either but the promise of fresh air of an open window outweighed the potential negatives of a faceful of ash. 

“The key term, I believe is [b]”if”[/b] it gets us where we need to go…” 

She was hardly an automotive expert but she didn’t know many cars that ran on cooking oil and was, frankly, unconvinced of its efficacy. But she supposed if it did indeed drive there was nothing else to it, there was a vehicle, there was a location. It doesn’t take a genius to figure there aren’t many other options which could hold all these people.

"Although, um, if it does break down I assume you will know how to fix it...?"

She didn't exactly find much in the way of supplies littered about as she directed her questioning towards Billy, or perhaps any members of the group who had any knowledge about fixing up a... Whatever this could be classified as. Meth den? Actually, she hoped no one in the group had knowledge about meth dens... Angeline checked her ponytail, she didn't want her hair touching the headrest, though as she checked the headrest it was partially broken and just propped up wonkily. She was sure a sharp turn or brake would send it toppling. This thought made her rather anxious. It wasn't just the dirt, she didn't exactly feel like the vehicle was road safe anymore, or just safe at all. But maybe life was just going to be dangerous from now on.