"In that case, I am not as sorry that I struck you." Komoaki muses, allowing herself to be drawn close and breathing in the smell of the racer; sweat, perhapse cologne or aftershave of some kind.  It was an inviting aroma and the fact that he was bold enough to lay a kiss on her was somehow charming as well.<br/><br/>The door was indeed unlocked.  She had come with her employer and had been given the car to entertain.  He'd left in the company of others, as was the plan.  The thought of explosives being placed in the car hadn't occurred to her, but wasn't an entirely absurd concept.  "I will give you directions", she tells him and slides into the passanger seat.  In her experience, men liked to be the ones to drive.  There were two things that struck her about  Jason however.  One was that he had made driving his profession and may be burnt out on it; and the other was that he had made driving his proffession and may wish to do it all the time.  Either way, it was his call.