[Alfie honestly has a few of the same reservations, but he pushes them back. This is a hundred years into the future, after all. Cities change.
He names a street, and the cabbie zooms off - maybe not very fast by most car-driving standards, but definitely faster than Alfie was expecting. He grips the headrest of the seat in front of him, hard enough to turn his knuckles white.]
no worries!
[Alfie honestly has a few of the same reservations, but he pushes them back. This is a hundred years into the future, after all. Cities change.
He names a street, and the cabbie zooms off - maybe not very fast by most car-driving standards, but definitely faster than Alfie was expecting. He grips the headrest of the seat in front of him, hard enough to turn his knuckles white.]
Fucking hell, these things zip along, don't they?