[Chrissy watches that checkpoint as he speaks, and she tries to quickly come up with a plan. But he pulls her out of her thoughts and she nods even though he can't see it.]

I was thinking maybe we could try shooting some of those cop cars in their gas tanks, but I don't think that would make anything blow up or set on fire. We're out of bottles of alcohol, so we don't have anything left to throw.

[He seems like he's already set on just driving through as fast as he can, which is fun in its own way because there's probably some kind of barrier or block they'll charge through. Her hands go to his shoulders, and she rubs them to help him get ready. She can press her face against his back and not need to cover her face, so her thumb goes up and she laughs.]

I'm totally ready. Let's do this!