The mysterious automatic cart slowed quite abruptly compared to a horse-bound carriage of old; accompanying a brief but noisy shriek from its peculiar wheels. He sought to speak to the driver, but even as he would begin his approach, the cart would back up; a most unusual thing to see, and begin to maneuver around him. Though most of it seemed framed in metals and perfectly clear glass, one section seemed to have broken off, or somehow been removed, and through this emptiness a man stared at him with a hefty frown on his bearded mug. A thousand strange and unpleasant smells roamed from within, and the most peculiar rumbling came from somewhere inside; a tuneless but rhythmic noise.<br/><br/><strong>"Hey, if you're gonna do it that way go somewhere with a speed limit higher'n twenty!"</strong>He said something then, a cocktail of new words which amounted to nothing in such an old mind though it was plain they were an expletive. Unless Kinnard did something unexpected, the man as well as the occupants of the next carriage would maneuver themselves deftly around him.<br/><br/><strong>"Boy!"</strong>A voice called out from the other side of the road. Visiting a look would reveal a woman, wrapped in long silks with a hood bundled at her neck; protection from the cool ocean air,<strong> "Come out of the road, have you no sense?"</strong>As the road cleared, she would approach the Kinnard, apparently keen on coaxing him onto the sidewalk with her,<strong>"You'll not find a taxy in this part of town, come along..."</strong>She peered at him through the most unusual spectacles, sleek and black in design with small spirals at the corners as if made into some kind of fashion statement. Red hair pooled in the cradle of her hood, though neatly tied.<br/><br/>Should he do as she bade, she'd join him on the sidewalk,<strong>"What were you doing, pray tell?"</strong>She asked, her voice softening now that there was no road between them.