Amelia nodded and did as she was told, unperturbed by the driver's intense gaze from the rearview mirror. After all, they were both women and there was nothing to hide.
When Amelia was done dressing the driver instructed again.
"Drink from the juice box beside you and buckle your seat belt."
"Why are you doing this?" Amelia asked softly, hoping to melt the driver's hardened mind.
"Do not ask me stupid questions, lady. Drink from the juice box and buckle your seat belt." The driver ordered harshly.
"I can tell you are a woman pretending to be a man," Amelia said, ignoring her instructions. "I can also perceive your lavender perfume, masked by that pungent masculine cologne. You don't have to continue with this task. You can let me go and tell me where my cousin is."
"I said drink the juice and buckle your seat, now." The driver said between clenched jaws, trying her best to contain the bubbling rage.