He expects the jolt of the collision - he's causing it, of course he expects it - but that doesn't mean he's immune to it. Maybe bumper cars just isn't the best game for him objectively as this time it throws him backward over the rear of the car on his butt, and it's only a quick scrabbling for the back of the seat with his fingers that keeps him from dumping onto the concrete floor.

But he's laughing, so maybe it's fine. "Shit, you have an unfair advantage," he mutters, another one of those thoughts that wasn't meant to be voiced at all.

Once he's recovered his seat and has his hands at the wheel again, he has to think back on the question. "Nine Inch Nails? I don't think so. If I did, I don't remember. Some of them I listen to thirty seconds of and then skip to the next one if it doesn't grab me right away so maybe, maybe not."