[ A car should cost more than her motorcycle given that it's larger and can carry more people along with other supplies, yes. But Fern's instincts and street smarts are also telling her loud and clear that it shouldn't be that much more.
But Sunday is right about this much, at least. They didn't have any true way of knowing what a fair cost was, nor were they necessarily in a position to haggle given their situations. Fern had been able to do it, but she can't expect everyone else to have those same instincts.
That, and the damage is already done. ]
... Not much to be done about it now.
[ She mutters the words under her breath while Adrian thanks this Sunday. There isn't much point in dwelling further, and she can reprimand Adrian about being more careful once they've actually reached the city. For now, she takes the crowbar when it's handed over, tucking her coupon away into her pocket. ]
All right. [ She positions one end of the crowbar beneath the tire, then looks between the two of them. ] On three. [ She counts up, and as soon as she says "three," applies pressure to the crowbar, forcing the tire up and out from the spot where it was wedged. They should be able to grab it now, assuming they're not utterly hopeless. (Despite her frustration, though, she knows that Adrian isn't. As for Sunday, it remains to be seen.) ]
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But Sunday is right about this much, at least. They didn't have any true way of knowing what a fair cost was, nor were they necessarily in a position to haggle given their situations. Fern had been able to do it, but she can't expect everyone else to have those same instincts.
That, and the damage is already done. ]
... Not much to be done about it now.
[ She mutters the words under her breath while Adrian thanks this Sunday. There isn't much point in dwelling further, and she can reprimand Adrian about being more careful once they've actually reached the city. For now, she takes the crowbar when it's handed over, tucking her coupon away into her pocket. ]
All right. [ She positions one end of the crowbar beneath the tire, then looks between the two of them. ] On three. [ She counts up, and as soon as she says "three," applies pressure to the crowbar, forcing the tire up and out from the spot where it was wedged. They should be able to grab it now, assuming they're not utterly hopeless. (Despite her frustration, though, she knows that Adrian isn't. As for Sunday, it remains to be seen.) ]