Don't think this thing ever had a manual anyway.

[Not that she'd give it up if it did. But it's a good answer anyway. If she thought anyone would touch the family car, she'd be upset. Instead, she's giving him something near a smile and sliding off the hood. The lack of child pressed against it reveals the large spider painted on the front.]

Welcome to hell, Daryl. They're callin' it space, but. [She shrugs, amused.] They got ya workin' down here or something?