As she walked out, Lena noticed Alfons and what he was trying to do, so she made sure to walk as close to him as possible without looking like she was walking out of the way to the door. There was no harm in letting him look... Or flaunting her body. She was incredibly proud of it, so why shouldn't she share it with people who wanted to see it?<br/><br/>Lena stared out the window as they drove, clearing her mind and not really paying attention to anything going on in the car. She heard that Will had put music on, but paid little attention to it. The siblings had extremely different taste in music, so she wasn't terribly interested. However, since it was his car and he was driving, Will had control of the radio; it was one of the most important unspoken rules of the road. When she felt his hand on her leg, she hadn't been expecting it at all and it surprised her.<br/><br/>She quickly turned her head to look first at Will, to make sure he was okay, and then let her eyes travel down his fit arm to the hand on her leg. It just rested there, in one place innocently -- as innocent as a hand on a thigh could be -- not grabbing at her, or trying to slide up underneath her skirt. She ran her eyes back up his arm to his face and smiled, shaking her head a little bit.<br/><br/>"Yes?" she prompted before jerking her head slightly and indicating the road. "Don't get so distracted that you forget you're driving and kill us both, yeah?" she teased.