[ The tone, and the words, make Baby nod. It's fine; he knows when not to pry, and it's not like he's very willing to talk about his own family, after all, so he's not going to begrudge her for not wanting to, either.

Instead, he smiles, raising an eyebrow behind his sunglasses. ]

You still haven't told me where you want to go, actually.

[ It's a tease; he is, after all, a fan of not having any plan. When she touches him, Baby just lets his smile become softer, and he doesn't shift away. ]

Gotta say, I sure am glad they didn't, either.

[ Turning back to the road, he takes a right to a ramp leading them out of the city. ]

What do you prefer so far, the driver, or the car?