"...Hello." Tuck greets the guy with FDR's face before his brows arch in concern and the turns back toward FDR. "What kind of monster thought it'd be a good idea for there to be two of you? World isn't big enough for even one."

"Shut up." FDR muttered, attention going back to Dean and his suggestion. He's still pissed, not exactly sure he wants to go in a joyride, but Tuck is already hopping into the backseat and that answers it for him. He's not a fan of shotgun, even less a fan of backseat, but that doesn't stop him from taking the back next to Tuck.