Liz blows a kiss to Jamal and piles into the driver's seat, slamming the door and initiating the start-up sequence with a quick series of touches, keystrokes, and a glide of her palm over the pale-blue illuminated touch pads on the wheel.<br/><br/>The onboard computer recognizes her, of course, as the driver, and his tox screen reads negative for illicit substances.<br/><br/>Buckling his seatbelt rapidly, adjusting it very, very carefully and bracing his feet on the floo, the driver glares nervously from the corner of his eye.  "I hate how you can do that..."<br/><br/>She pays little mind, and her eyes are as wide as her beaming smile as she drops the shifter to manual and disengages the ABS, engaging hand-brake controls to maximum... in case she needs a little drifting. Smoke rolls up from the tires as she peals out of the barking lot with a roar of the sedan's engine and a keening cry from the tires.  "Talk fast, you two, and make sure I can hear all the details..."  At that, they tear into the open street... its transfalt surface as pale grey as the ashen sky above.