He's had coffee. That or he's been so looking forward to this trip with her, he hasn't needed today. Jess turns in her seat to acknowledge Rocky, straining for her on the edge of his seat. Satisfied after a few pets, he settles down and she tries to, too. There's a thermos in the cupholder between her and Frank. She plucks it out and pops off the lid that serves as a little cup, discarding it in her lap.

Either this will be fresh or it won't. Doubtless it'll be strong as sin and blacker than tar, fit to sear away the stale grime lining her mouth from sleep. She has an awful gulp from the thermos, jumping in with both feet.