"That's embarassing."

  The sun hit the ice on the branch tips and made the forest seem like crystal.  "That's not how I would feel about that."  The passenger lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and tapped out the burning end on a can of chew tobacco.  "They didn't even need me.  And clearly, they've got skills I don't, probably won't ever have."  

  "All through here.  These trees," a person in the backseat gulped a chocolate milk drink and explained, "Have some sort of blight." 

  "How would you feel about it?" 

  A thoughtfulness about how to answer and a look away from passenger seat driving.  "I usually have to like actually check in with myself about how I personally feel and like, reckon that with how I'm supposed to feel.  Which is and isn't laid out in some manual somewhere." 

  "Look OUT!" 

  A slight braking to feel for slippery and then a full stop.  The truck of logs seemed okay from behind.