Coraline scrunched up her nose at the music, making a face. If this was a magical, sentient, alien or whatever car well she and him we're going to have words. Foxy lady indeed, as if she needed reminding how unattractive she was. And definitely unattractive in comparison to Sam's ex who looked like a playboy model who had just tumbled out of bed with her perfect legs and stomach and those pouty lips. Stupid perfect pouty lips.

"You've been needing to get that radio fixed in a while. I don't know I kind of like it even if it does have sometimes dubious taste in music. Sometimes," Coraline said as Sam slapped the dash. Coraline leaned forward rubbing the dash with her hand and murmuring a quiet 'he doesn't mean it' so Sam couldn't hear her. She was covering her bases just in case Bumblebee really was alive.

As Sam pulled up to the guard house, Coraline leaned across him looking up at the guard with a grin before mouthing 'You're on a list?' at Sam. Leaning back as the gate went up, Coraline looked at Sam curiously.

"On a list huh?" Coraline asked.