"I don't have my seatbelt on!" Fred yells in distress when the ignition turns over, still trying to scramble her way off the floor. This isn't the first time she's shrieked since being dumped into this memory and popcorn and a Crockett's foot are crushed under stiletto heels as she tries to wrest herself free of knees and seat backs. More popcorn clings to her jacket and head piece, like the first wave of Christmas decorating.

Everything freezes and her panic momentarily calms.

"Where's Mr. Potkin??" she yells (this is calm), slapping multiple occupants with pom poms and wires (and popcorn) as she whips her head around, not actually freed from the floor but at least in an appropriate upright position, finally. "And you're going to get someone killed!!" she tosses in for good measure, not the first time she's complained since seeing Joop's ax.