Her brow hikes up at Rachel's comment.  "I respectfully disagree." Her lips purse as she eyes the woman then moves around to the driver's side of the car, looks at the dash where the gas gauge is, and finds it nearly on empty.  "You are correct." It is not a good vehicle.  She sighs about to say something more when Oscar hails them over to another truck.  She eyes the blue beast then the gas gauge.  She slips into the unlocked car, holding up an index finger to anyone that may protest then shoves her hands under the steering column.  There's very little movement after that, and only a few seconds later she has the car up and running.<br/><br/>She eyes Rachel again while loading Talpert and Jane into the back seats where they could have seatbelts.  She imagines that she and J.D. are more equipped to take a fall if they should get in a wreck.  "Don't get too--" she paused and then gestures to the other woman's demeanor, "--flustered? about a situation.  Never know when it may be your last." It's not said in a threatening tone, she knows all too well how close one can come to death out here.  If she doesn't flirt now, will she ever get the chance to do it again?  Her shoulders rise up then fall in a fluid motion, then turns towards the back of the truck, swinging her lovely hips all the way.<br/><br/>After the back hatch is opened she climbs in, sitting so she's facing J.D. with her back supported by the side of the truck, her feet next to J.D.'s rear end while his are near her own.  Her lips purse suddenly figuring something out about the speedster.  Or at least something to take his mind off of his grumbling.  "Happy?" She attempts to get his attention.  She then holds two of her fingers together so he can see them.  "Can you--?" She shakes them really fast attempting to mimic a vibrating motion.  Her eyes flit to the back of Jane's head, seeing how he's always swooning over her.  Though she's noticed how he looks at her.  Seems that he's the only one that will flirt back.