Shit. He blinked and poked a button on his dash that totally looked like a radio button but actually killed the speed regulator the cab company insisted on. Paid to know a mechanic, yes it did. "Lots of places to go at the airport, try to get me a heads up before turns." Just...saying. In case he could hear him.

Beryl drew a deep, even breath, and tried to focus. she could feel Nat, so for her peace of mind she wasn't in a van with strangers and ropes on, she was laying in the Huntgrounds against his back. ::Babe.:: She could strengthen this right? Just work to firm up that connection, ignore the ghostly feel of shifting along a van floor.