"I know the place." He said, sliding in and laying his hands on the wheel. "Ol' "Roachtrap" Jack's. I like to think I helped put that fucker out of business."

He gripped the wheel, pressed down on the accelerator, and they were off. He started slow, getting used to this cars particular quirks. He was pleasantly surprised. She was showing her age, of course, but the old girl appearance belied a shocking amount of power. It was almost like she was trying to impress him. Satisfied, his body relaxed and he let instinct take the wheel.

Matthew still hadn't fully gotten used to the sensation of driving even after few years had passed. It was automatic almost, finely honed muscle memory calling the shots. He couldn't tell you what he doing right to make the car dance like he did. It was like he was watching someone else do it, like he was the navigator in one of those big cross country rally races they did over in Europe. His job was to point the guy who knew what he was doing in the correct direction. To spot for the ghost of his old life. In the months after he'd woken up Matthew had had to relearn the muscle memory necessary to wipe his own ass. His skill behind the wheel, though? Pristine condition. He trusted himself totally.

He was much less comfortable with the gun. Compared to the car it weighed a ton when he reached over and took it. "Maybe?" he said. "I'm a quick study, in any case."

He held it gripped to the wheel, finger off the trigger, as the mood went dark. "Can't we do anything for him too?" he asked Mira. "I mean, not with these but, y'know, magic? I know I'm new to this but I saw... I mean I read about the first few times this happened. The new guys then, they..." He trailed off, his mind flashing back to a particular phrase he'd read in an article. "They went off like supernovas."