Chip stares into the trunk of his car with wide eyes, his gaze flickering over the body of the person Liza made him kidnap. He swallows thickly, taking in the sight of their figure while they're in nothing but their underwear and a low-cut tank top.

They clear their throat, and his eyes jump from their chest to their face.

"A little help," the person asks, voice soft despite their wide eyes.

"Oh, right."

Chip reaches into the trunk, setting one hand on their shoulder and one on the back of their head. Slowly, he helps guide them to sit up so they're perched on the edge of the trunk.