When Connie arrived, Lisa had barely buckled her seatbelt before she started asking questions.
Sitting, she gave up on the jammed seatbelt after a few useless tugs.
She unfastened the seatbelt, all but falling into the street as he yanked her out.
"Shouldn't you have your seatbelt on?" she asked.
She pivoted around, as far as her seatbelt allowed, practically hanging over the seat as she looked out the back window.
Ignoring the seatbelt, she moved closer to him.
Jessi settled into the passenger seat, her seatbelt barely on when Xander throttled the car out of the parking lot.