"Wasn't really meant to be a question for you," he says as Soldat comes to bump their car against his. It's gentle, the bumpers are springy, the car sort of bounces back a little, and Rosinante's expression lifts a little because yeah, right, fun - that's why he's here, not to gripe about his latest issue.

"I tried that fortune teller thing a bit ago and it gave me some weird, well, fortune, I guess. After that I just keep finding myself saying whatever I'd normally think to myself," he explains as he steers the car around and gets it going to some modest speed again.