[ She nods, and then the thought strikes her. She's sitting comfortably beside a techmage, in her driveway, in a conversational arrangement with the car. The image makes her giggle lightly. ]

You know we're almost the setting for one of those weird comedies from the 50's? If my car starts talking to me in Ann Southern's voice, I'm officially going to have words with you.

[ She gives him a gentle, playful jab in the ribs, mindful of the fact that he's still sloshed. ]