She is still trying hard to get the Camaro to run. The rag is set perfectly; making the car hard to start and when it does somewhat run, it chugs so badly that she has to keep feathering the gas just right or it’ll stall back out.
You’re sitting in the Jeep when she opens the door and climbs in. She checks herself in the rear-view mirror as she starts pumping the gas pedal in her open-toe patent stiletto sandals. She does this for about the first minute before acknowledging your mouth-open astonishment. “What? You didn’t think….