Brayden, for some reason quickly raised her hand. "'Ah have a minivan. That'll 'old all of us... Otherwise Anya'd pro'lly drive off the road, killin' a'least two of us in the wreck... Or someone'd crash us into the back end'a some semi. I canna allow any of ye' te' drive in the state yer in anyway, ye'v been drinkin..." Everyone knew that Brayden was horrendously paranoid. The redhead's words were commonplace. Why Brayden had raised her hand was beyond her though. "Ye' may all be in'a tight squeeze though. Ye' can ride up front with me, Mr. Greene... I canna trust these girls te' leave ye' alone an' it would distract me terribly." Why was Brayden warming up to this... this infected thing? It was strange that Jay Greene, the very reason right now that Brayden was fearing contamination, was attracting her most seriously. Brayden couldn't fathom what was happening.<br/><br/>(I know have color! XD )