Somewhere outside, Sophie snorts with laughter. "S0PH13: They can't be THAT soft, can they?~" she prints, somehow managing to give the text a teasing tone as she curls up into her driving position. A seat rises up behind her, and it seems to be made out of the same stuff as the walls... Once she sits down a soft (yet very solid!) wheel and pedals rise in front of her.<br/><br/>Andy's slowly-building confidence seems to have been dashed by that... "Frisky? Engulfed...?" he asks uncertainly, really wanting to know what he's about to go through...