She's almost got it... she's got the wire isolated, it's just a matter of holding it to the plug and hoping for the engine to crank... annnddd there. The engine flares to life, and she grins as she sits upright in the driver's seat.

"Taranto," she corrects happily, leaning out past the broken glass. "Not 'human'. Now, where the hell am I taking all this crap?"