Key didn't bother in getting flattered or respond to his last comment. "I call shotgun." Key chimed. She didn't want to drive, yet she probably knew where they were going the most. Bounding up the stairs on the side she tired to figure out the door which had a wooden square attached to it. She was horrible with regular car doors, yet alone makeshift doors. Giving up with the handle Key just hopped up and slid through the open window. Getting settled in the seat she smiled at them through the window shield and gave a thumbs up.
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