[ Them's so not the rules and what would some spider-clone know anyway—


Fern's frown deepens as the man continues to try and argue with her. While it's true that the "cars" are more enclosed, she finds them overwhelming in a different way.

Her gaze dips down to the panel in front of her as she tightens her grip on the handlebars. ]

... It can't be so different from riding a horse, surely.

[ In truth, she has no way of knowing that, or even any sense of how fast these contraptions can go. Still, she is registering the general note from him that these things are more dangerous than anyone had intimated until now. ]

I take your point, but unless you mean to show me how to not fall and die, I don't see how this concerns you.

[ She'll figure it out. Probably. ]