With a reverse glance in the mirror and a tilt of her face in a pretty gesture of sincerity... "awww... that's so sweet... you like it?"  she toggles the player to the flash drive, letting the music roll out at a slightly higher than normal volume before screeching the car to a 135 degree right turn to charge up a merge ramp, high-performance combustion/sator cell drive roaring do life as they dart between a bus and the bipedal lane, close enough to brush the long braids of a mirror-shaded Rasta on a moped.<br/><br/>Her eyes don't change much as she makes the conversational transition back to the point of extreme interest just mentioned... "An AI designer?"  She slips at that, clipping the rearview off of a transport truck, but pays it little mind.  A mistake?  Really?<br/><br/>Jamal looks furious, but shocked... unsure how to react.