"Oh, no, no, that's cool. I've got a car. I just can't film and drive at the same time." Cole made a motion towards the window next to the entrance. His old, patchwork truck was visible, sitting as proudly as a rebuilt hunk of metal and rubber could. "I figure if someone can sit in the back with it, and we drive slowly enough, we can get some good shots without killing ourselves." He turned to Joaquin after he made a snarky comment, and answered him as if it were a legit inquiry. "Yup! It's under one of the seats in the truck. Gotta love folding things."<br/><br/>The idea sounded good, at least to Kelly. It would be an interesting piece of cinematography if nothing else. She had a thing for artsy shots in movies. "So, where are all the places we'd be headed? Mojave's a pretty big place." As she said that, an idea crossed her mind. "And are we staying in California, or would there be a chance to go into Nevada's part of it? There's neat stuff there." A past trip to southern Nevada had shown her quite the variety of sights and sounds. Vegas had been the worst part of it. Since she was even more underage than she is now, all her time was spent either in a hotel room or a buffet. Not that she was complaining. Three days of nothing but sleeping in a big bed and eating everything in sight had been good.<br/><br/>"Mostly around here, but if we can work in some Nevada shots, I'm all for it," Cole responded. He was about to continue speaking when a different waiter approached with a tray and passed out the food. His own order consisted of eggs, haggis, and hashbrowns. Not a bad combination, if somewhat unpleasant to look at. He wasted no time in thanking the waiter and stabbing a fork into a chunk of the varied sheep flesh.