Jandru pretends they didn't notice the napkin. They're so close to being able to escape that greasy reality. The driver can deal with it when they're gone and then they'll never have to think about it again.

They lead Irahl over to one of the vehicles and, perhaps surprisingly, they climb directly into the driver's seat. Irahl is left to figure himself out for a moment as Jandru situates themselves, adjusts the chair, and starts putting their hair into a ponytail.

"Do they have rigs like this where you're from?" They ask, the scarred-up side of their face on full display. They look like they got mauled by an animal, probably many years ago.