She glances up, grin turning softer at the offered mirror. She accepts with laugh, 'painting' herself more quickly with the freed up hand.

"I admit, a 'trial by fire' like this wasn't exactly what I was expecting, to make sure I wasn't rusty..."

She looks a little teary-eyed again as she glances at the text. Sam either changed his number or blocked her eventually, she found out after a rare time where her courage failed. She hadn't been able to get a hold of anyone after Chicago, and without a real way to get in contact with any of the 'bots...

She'd been cut off.

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine. I better be able to text you back with this."

She shakes the phone at him, before rattling off the address of the garage. Then she's fluffing up her hair and gently easing herself out of the cab with a cautious glance around.

She pauses outside, hand on his door.

"...Don't disappear on me, okay?"

It's whispered, and she bites her lip, staring up at his battered frame.