"Ugh, I hate being patient," Mindy laments, but he knows that, and whatever he's got planned is interesting enough to shut her up as she glances back out the window and tries to figure out where they're headed. But she's as clueless as she was about directions back in New York, so she just sighs and waits. She hates waiting. And he's totally taking advantage of that fact, she can tell. "Is what I'm wearing appropriate, at least?"