[ Rafa waits for him to be in, and the door to be closed. Then he turns, rapidly, and takes hold of the seatbelt to snap it into place. He returns to the wheel, not looking at Kavinsky, and then turns the engine back on. He sets off again, and doesn't respond until they've made several turns and are zipping steadily along their way. ]

That was unimpressive, [ He says, his tone still cool. His hands sweep over the wheel. ]

I will not bear the blame for how Vex hurt you, or how Ronan hurt you. If you act like a child, I will treat you like a child.

[ With a back seat and a safety belt. And a cold shoulder. ]

Have you control of yourself? Think carefully. We can go on, or I can take you home. Decide quickly.