Ryder was very surprised when she called his song "not bad". That was incredibly high praise from her, and said to his face too. He was about to reply with a quip about how he was going to use that as a quote on the album cover, like how books did, when the director appeared next to them instead. Ever the professional, he swallowed the comment and made a mental note to try and remember it for later.
They were soon on the move since apparently the agenda for the day wasn't just for him to sit and talk to Kitty more. He was a good driver, usually. But normally he didn't have Kitty Wilde dancing in his back seat, looking unbelievable in her black leather outfit. The LA sunlight seemed to be bouncing off her, making her even more of a vision than she usually was. He was captivated, and it made it hard to pay attention to the road. He was just glad it'd been cleared of people so he could avoid any manslaughter convictions for when ran off the road, his only defense that Kitty had looked too good to take his eyes off of. "Don't worry about me, I got you," He called back, forcing his gaze back to the stretch of concrete in front of him. "I'm a great driver. Formula 1 tried to sign me up but I said no. I didn't want to show them all up," He added jokingly.
Despite her attempt at a sultry, careless appearance, Kitty's legs were trembling. Ryder wasn't going so fast, but she was still standing up in a moving car with absolutely nothing holding her down. The director had guaranteed that it was safe, especially given that the road was clear of cars and there were first responders on-set, not to mention the thousand legal threats her team had made in regards to her safety, but it still made her anxious. She rolled her eyes at Ryder's words, glad that the cameras were behind them so she could relax and talk to him a bit and get her mind off what she was doing. Plus, something about the way he said 'I got you' made her believe him.
"Yeah, you comparing your driving to Formula 1 doesn't help. Those cars go stupid fast." She replied, shaking her hair out in the wind. The car bumped against something and she sharply sucked in her breath, leaning forward momentarily to grab Ryder's seat. "Jesus Christ." She muttered, her brain quickly working overtime to arch her back and hopefully make this shot something they could use, despite her blunder. Still gripping the seat, she took a few deep breaths to calm herself, trying to focus on something, anything, to get her mind off the fear and get her standing upright again.
Ryder's song restarted from where it was playing on a loop on the car radio, and she hummed along a little, the tune starting to catch on, before her mouth started moving of its own accord. "And if the heat comes close enough to burn..." Her voice was soft as she sang along. "Then we'll play with fire 'cause..." She slowly pushed herself up, using the momentum to raise her arms again in time to sing the chorus a little bit louder. "You'll never takes us alive..."
