vanessa grips the edge of her seat around every curve and her eyes go a little wide and fearful flicking now up to the curving black trunks of the naked trees just coming into bud that whir past like the lines of the bar-code she is n't used to this she comes from the city she grew up in the city in a jersey suburb anyway that 's close enough she works in the city in among high rises and the smog and the sound and the slow deadening crawl and she is not used to this unbound almost reckless speed .