Silence was perfectly fine with Misha. She had her music to keep her company and, frankly, it was tiring to deal with Doom as he was. Even when they were working together, they weren't very compatible in the long run and it was probably safer for everyone involved if neither of them made an attempt to fill the quiet. Not having to concentrate meant she could try to doze, let her mind wander somewhere less stressful or real.

When Doom commented and shifted around, Misha cracked her eyes open to regard the sign. It took a moment to realize what Victor was getting at and she nodded lightly against his shoulder. "Good ol' US of A," she agreed. "That saves us from looking like asshole tourists, anyway. Now we'll just be asshole roadtrippers with a broken car down the road."