Expedient, yes. [And she's just going to snag a chip before undoing her belt.] But I'm not a fan of eating and driving. Besides, everyone should experience a truck stop once in their life.

[She smirks and then steps out of the car, throwing a hand over her eyes to block the glare of the afternoon sun.]

You think Oliver knows we're gone by now? [There's a deliberate casualness to the words that does't ring true with the rest of her body language. It's not as though they were running from anything. Her father knew and so did Thea even if they didn't know all the details, but Oliver hadn't been told. Mostly because he would likely have been against it for one bullshit reason or another and Laurel didn't have the patience to get through that conversation.

She was beyond sick of letting Oliver's self-righteous attitude dictate what she could and couldn't do.]