Carl noted that she was still upset and fought back a surge of irritation. He'd gone to great efforts to make her comfortable. And still she refused to show the same kindness. Gripping one hand on the steering wheel, he watched the road for a few moments to gather his wits, then finally exhaled a slow breath, releasing his anger. With a genuine smile, he looked over at her and picked up a bag of chips from the seat between them. Offering it to her, he nodded.<br/><br/>"You must be hungry, beatiful. I didn't know what you like, so I got a few things. If you tell me what you like, I can stop at the next town."