[ And he can tell that this one is different without having been here very long. Something about that feels...disquieting to her in a way she can't put words to. It feels like too much knowledge, too much burden, and it's equally unsettling that he takes it in such strides. It prevents her from really asking about it and so she pays more attention to what he says about the car, the gear shifts, and all of that.

And, unfortunately, he gets a little bit of a blink for his trouble. ]

Speed limits.

[ Well, what was the point of being limited on fast you might go if you need to get somewhere? She's no fool, she knows it's to prevent accidents or hitting someone else, but that also just feels like it's sucking the joy out of things.

Esquie didn't have a speed limit... ]

Do you think the terrain everywhere is going to be like this? Or do you think it's going to, you know, open up a bit?

[ Not just for driving but... Surely there's better space for greener pastures and more lush environs. Or even just farmland. Something that doesn't look run down and on its last legs. ]