"Well, aren't you lucky. Guess it figures though, it's not like luck is something I ever have much of," he sighs, then shuts his mouth. Focus on the driving, force his mind off conscious thoughts to verbalize.

And he can force himself to stop, he's finding, if he really puts his mind to it. Most of the time, anyway. It's why he hasn't run off to hide in the safety of his room at The Invincible just yet. "I do deserve to have fun sometimes," he grumbles as his thoughts become abruptly verbal once more. "And this is the closest thing we've had to the Night Market in months. Used to love when they'd visit."

Hm, how sharp can this thing turn at this speed? That's something he can test, as he digs his heels in against the floor of the car's interior to brace himself as he jerks the steering wheel hard toward Soldat's car, with a smirk quickly replacing the irritated scowl on his face.