[It was, by far, the most he'd ever used a turn signal in his life. The van was better suited for roads in America but the cost of getting it back to London was high enough that he felt the urge to use it as often as possible despite the inconvenience of parking. Walking an extra while to get anywhere once they found a big, open lot would be the only option.
Sully's question sparked a little light in his eyes... which quickly diminished when he remembered a difficult evening trying to explain to Lucina why the mesh-encased box he fixed could play music. His understanding of radio waves, as a child, had only been a step above exaggerated stuff he'd seen in cartoons.
With a click, he hit the turn signal and tightly wound his mouth shut, narrowing his eyes to focus like a hawk on every car in front of him in traffic. In present? Sure, he understood the science behind it but... Hell, he knew it would be boring to talk about. More importantly, he was relieved that it had only taken him two quick adjustments to find a station playing a Beatles' song. Right about then? That was when traffic came to a halt.]
...'Kay. Looks like we're gonna be movin' slow for a bit. [Five minutes to make one turn at the intersection? He reached to Lucina, giving her arm a gentle, encouraging squeeze after giving her a brief, apologetic look. Yeah... Her nerves were sure to fire up at least a few times before they made it out.]
they've got a box full of airbag replacements somewhere in that garage
Sully's question sparked a little light in his eyes... which quickly diminished when he remembered a difficult evening trying to explain to Lucina why the mesh-encased box he fixed could play music. His understanding of radio waves, as a child, had only been a step above exaggerated stuff he'd seen in cartoons.
With a click, he hit the turn signal and tightly wound his mouth shut, narrowing his eyes to focus like a hawk on every car in front of him in traffic. In present? Sure, he understood the science behind it but... Hell, he knew it would be boring to talk about. More importantly, he was relieved that it had only taken him two quick adjustments to find a station playing a Beatles' song. Right about then? That was when traffic came to a halt.]
...'Kay. Looks like we're gonna be movin' slow for a bit. [Five minutes to make one turn at the intersection? He reached to Lucina, giving her arm a gentle, encouraging squeeze after giving her a brief, apologetic look. Yeah... Her nerves were sure to fire up at least a few times before they made it out.]