Judging from the sound, Amy wondered if the car might run on electricity.  She got in, trying to be modest about it, though that was pretty difficult, of course.  The lens caught her eye again, and for a moment she was tempted by it -- well, maybe more than a moment.  But it had gotten her in enough trouble already, and she'd have to learn to resist it.  She couldn't just play with it in front of Michael, anyway.<br/><br/>She curled up a little in her seat, still trying to cover herself, and settled in for a long drive.  "Talk to me.  Tell me about yourself," she said quietly, looking up at him thoughtfully.