Chloe had picked you up in her old crappy truck after you both decided to run away from Arcadia Bay the previous night.

She was casually driving, the bright, golden sunlight reflected off her pale skin. You two had been talking about anything you could think of for the past half an hour and Chloe was silent for a while before asking. "So what do you plan to do now we've left the hellhole?" She asked, slight amusement mixed with genuine curiosity and something else you couldn't place.