She left her boots on the deck while we were shooting, so they got soaked. She slips on a pair of our ballet flats and heads to the Camaro. It’s in the bushes, so she gets her leather pants a little wet getting in the car. We’re talking back-and-forth as she starts cranking the car. It’s hard to see her socks and ballet flats pumping the pedal but you can see her thigh bobbing up and down working the gas. She eventually leaves but not after having the car stall on her a couple of times while turning it around. I was hoping it would be a little stuck but nope, it drove right out. Oh well.