"I said it's safe," Wiley says, cutting a glance to Raez.

"It really do depend though," Raez says as he turns a corner and starts onto the highway. His hands tighten around the wheel.

"I said I should drive," Wiley says pointedly to Raez with a somewhat snobby tone, "You've never liked highways." 
"It's not that bad." Raez aims his gaze ahead like he's aspiring to fire a cannonball into the distance.

"You're underage and with no legal license whatsoever," Raez points out. Truthfully, but also blatantly.
"He'll drive better than you," Wiley teases.
"Driving isn't a competition. Unless you're doing race cars. I doubt Rai'd let any of us do that."
"He'd tie me to a chair," Wiley says.
"Just you?"
Nodding.

"18, not counting your permit. But in some other places it's probably a bit lower. And in the Cyber Sect it's too low," Raez says, totally not biased.

"Good," Raez proclaims as he switches a lane. 

"EZ Noodles is biased, by the way," Wiley remarks from his position--which is basically the chemist hugging the seat in front of him. "I apparently started driving too young."
"Do not remind me of that."

"That'd be me, cap'n," Raez says, probably with a mental salute since he, like in Rai fashion, does not take his hands off of the wheel.
Ra...ez, huh.

"They say you call someone what you are," Raez says as he braves a glance in the mirror at Wiley, who seems like all bones and a bit of skin at 6' 3'' tall. Noodles, indeed.
 

"Well, it's a saying now," Raez says. 
Wiley looks slightly disgruntled.

Wiley gives Dion an actual face. 
"Uno reverse card," Raez tosses back, smiling himself.

"Bullies," Wiley mutters as he turns to look outside. Raez is veering off the highway into...who knows. It's almost as if he's veering into a faded section of the world.

"Still a ways away," Raez says. 

"I wonder how much more convenient it'd be if we could teleport," Raez muses aloud.

"Why'd it be scary? It'd be festive,"  Wiley says. "Then I'd have an actual reason why I couldn't go to yadda yadda or do yadda yadda or conform to yadda yadda standards."
"You'd be impaled by whatever you teleported into, though," Raez reminds.
"Festive!"

"No, because the reason would be legit," Wiley shoots back.
"Ya wouldn't be able to do experiments if you're stuck there and impaled," Raez reminds, which makes Wiley gasp very loudly.
"A crime."