It wasn't really a peace offering; if he was still acting like an ass by the time his meds kicked in, she had good plans to leave him in that bookstore and head out on her own. Still, the request to swap spots isn't lost on her, and she dips her chin in a nod that works like an agreement to the truce while sliding up off the seat. "Yep."

The cups are lifted along with her, storing the table with the top of her knee, much to the dismay and discomfort of the fellow sitting in front of her, but Chloe doesn't much care. Shouldn't be sleeping on a ride like this, anyway.