She ignored his question. "Um, where are you going? This isn't the way to the Station, is it?" as she said the words, she realized how stupid she sounded, trying to tell a<em>taxi driver</em>how to to find his way around.<br/><br/>But there was something singularly inscrutable in his smile and in the way he enunciated certain words. She couldn't quite put her finger on it; after all, he was just being friendly--more than friendly, in fact. Anyway, there was nothing he could do, really, not while driving the taxi through streets still relatively crowded with homeward bound commuters. There was no sense in letting her foolish imagination run away with her.<br/><br/>All the same, she was conscious of her quickening pulse and tried to quiet her short, shallow breathing.