Kenny glanced over at Dana who had a stony and distant expression.
"Is there something you want to tell me?" he prodded, seeking to break through the palpable silence in the car.
Dana was unwilling to make any conversation at the moment so she replied curtly. "Just drive," she said, her tone uncharacteristically reserved, "let's go to your house."
"Okay, but are you sure you're alright?" Kenny asked, his genuine concern for on display, his voice laced with worry.
He was sure her gloominess was due to the failed attempt to accomplish her goals at the building and perhaps she was not willing to admit.
Dana's patience was wearing thin at this point, her irritation mounting with each question that Kenny posed.
"Don't make me jump out of this car with all these questions," she snapped, her tone a sharp warning that left no room for further discussion.
