She stares at him through the the windshield as he revs the engine, and for a moment Irene is tempted to let him leave, to see how far he will get down the desert road before he turns back. But another part of her recognizes that it'd make things worse, for both of them, for both their far too battered bodies at the moment, to keep pushing.

But to let him drive would be to let him win, and she hates that.

She purses her lips and glares at him before picking up the first aid supplies and standing up. Instead of making her way to either the passenger seat or the back, she walks over to the driver's side and drops the first aid supplies into his lap.

"I'll drive while you wrap up my arm."