She was sitting in her car, reading her book. When the door opened and a young woman got in, she remained quiet. The girl was on the phone, talking—no, fighting—with someone.

"You’re such a dick, dear brother!" * When she hung up, she looked at Dakota and rolled her eyes.*

"Do I pay that company for drivers who read instead of drive? Hurry up, please."

"What... You’re in my car and I'm definitely not your driver. I'm an actress, actually."