[It's not like Rex isn't trying to get out of there. Being a tall guy with broad shoulders, he's wedged into his seat tightly, and the seatbelt is tight across his arms, trapping him in place. He's trying to at least get an arm free, but he doesn't want to shimmy too much; the robe they gave him is about 4 sizes too small for him, and is already threatening to burst at the seams. It barely comes down enough to reach his thighs and cover the goods. All it'll take is a light breeze for her to see what he's workin with, and that's not what he's up for right now.]

I'm tryin, lass! But this doesn't want to let me go.

[Thankfully, while he's never been in a car, he has been inside a levnis, so he's familiar at least the idea of being strapped in, even if he can't reach the buckle. But her arms seem to be free.]

Can you at least unbuckle me? Then I might be able to get us out of this blasted thing.