She glanced at Liza’s empty wrist.

"Time says: still in car."

A beat.

"Also says: stop asking."

She kept her eyes on the road, but her tone softened a little.

"Not there yet."

Another pause.

"And yes, it is long ride. That is why people bring patience."

She tapped the steering wheel once.

"You are doing fine. Just sit still before you become actual gremlin."