Brayden pulled over and opened her door, pulling the keys from the ignition and grabbing her bag. She turned to Jay. "Even if ye' wan'ed to... 'Ah won't let ye' get anywhere with me... Ye' are a nice sort... But I canna allow meself to be tainted... if ye know what ah mean." With that Brayden gestured for Jay to lead the way, beckoning the others to get out of her van. "Ye can save the lesbian relations fer later... 'Ahm tired o' ye all gettin hot an' heavy in me van... Get out please..." Brayden blushed a bit, this time more out of anger. They could get their juices on her seats and that could become acidic, eat through, get into the system of the vehicle. It could make the engine stop at a crucial time and cause Brayden to go out of control, getting into a surely fatal accident. Thus was another worst case scenario in Brayden's mind.