[ A hired driver? Fern can follow that much, at least. There are plenty of noblemen who have people on their staff to drive them about in carriages. In other words, it's not a service she would ever be taking advantage of — especially not from this stranger. ]

Why would I want you to drive me anywhere?

[ She shoots the response back with a sharp glare. ]

Besides, this seems to be running well enough now. [ Her bike, that is. ] You should continue on before someone else thinks to take you up on that service.

[ Though, again, why would anyone want to ask that of him? He seems impossible to be around, even if he did begrudgingly help her. ]