"Ah, what the fuck?"

Loba groans, slapping the top of a nearby fuel pump. Gas was hard enough to come by outside of earth, let alone enough gas to fill up the tank of the ship she had hijacked

"Cmon you piece of shit...I don't have time for this!"

She again slapped the top of the fuel tank, this time hard enough a dent could be seen once she took her hand away. You come out of the gas station with snacks and whatnot for the long road-trip ahead, noticing your mothers problem.