"I think my schedule just cleared up," Darcy answers with the levity that Clarke herself can't provide right now. She's not sure when exactly she of all people became so lighthearted- probably around about the time she made friends with the sort of people who weathered their families dying and surviving in the cold void of space. Bit hard to be self-pitying about dying a couple of times in the face of it, especially when her own world seems more and more distant by the day.

Darcy indicates with her head that she's going to the passenger's side and trots over to the door, climbing in with some restrained eagerness.

"I've done the loop of the roads with my girlfriend and a couple of the others, but I haven't gone off-roading yet."