[Ugh. Cars. Convertibles especially. Clay finds himself in the passenger seat of this car, and while it took him a bit to realize that and the fact that they're moving, now he's sulking a little bit. He hasn't been in a car for a long time, and he doesn't like being in them now.
Still, it'd be rude to just complain about it and ask the guy to stop. So, while his eye does pass over everything, he mostly focuses on the driver himself.]
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Still, it'd be rude to just complain about it and ask the guy to stop. So, while his eye does pass over everything, he mostly focuses on the driver himself.]
So, uh, where are we going?