Sandy probably appreciated Firo's support on some level, but the look on her face was blank and emotionless as she brushed past him to take the drivers side. It was like a switch had been flipped the minute the transport craft had gotten near the landing zone of District 6 and suddenly Sandy wasn't in control anymore.

Instead this new person who moved with the sort of smooth fearless grace Sandy never climbed inside and adjusted the seat so her tiny body could reach the pedals.

Firo might just have to take that as a yes. She's waiting, starring blankly ahead for someone to join her. Anyone will do she has her mission.