"So what's your story, Jane?"

"What's my what?"

"I mean, if you even have a story," Cho says, merging into traffic on one of Austin's highways to other highways.

Jane sighs. "You know my story, Cho."

"You need to get a new one."

"Did I miss something? Have I been chewing your ear off? I don't recall us exchanging a word for the past hour."

"Your eyes chew my ear off. Your flowered shirts chew my ear off. Your socks chew my ear off."

"I'll tell them to pipe down then."

"You're a jackass."

"I think that's been implicit since you began this line of conversation. Not like you to waste words, Cho."

"What are you gonna do?"

"About what?"

Cho's eyes dart over to him. "Don't make me pull this car over, Jane."

"Ahh. I think I'm starting to follow you. What if I said I didn't have a plan?"

"I'd say get one or I'll shoot you."

"Shooting me would be a strong motivator. But I just don't think I'm ready."

"Doesn't matter."

"Doesn't matter? I assumed my participation in this plan is key."

"You had the last two years to not be ready. Time's up."

"Or what?"

Cho cuts across three lanes and exits the highway.