Scarlett wasn't impressed to be wearing a pair of baggy jeans, they didn't accentuate anything she had to offer. Instead of complaining though, she simply put them on and tugged her tanktop down. She thanked God that she had a firm pair of globes so a bra wasn't necessary. Once in the truck, she got herself comfortable and began working on her hair. Being the passenger wasn't as much fun as it sounds. She managed to get three thin braids in her hair before the reporter was speaking. Her eyes got wide and she sat up listening. 

"[color=ec008c]He killed them? They killed him? Oh fuck, I could have been dead. That should have been me Eddie, I was the one driving that truck.[/color]" She was pale, the realization of how close she came hitting her. She expected something to go down, but there was a ton of collateral victims in shootouts.