[Even with a foggy memory, even at fifteen, Zee makes a face. She ducks her head and narrows an eyebrow. James can be generous, but. It's a very specific sort, the kind that has plans in mind. Give and take, not give without receiving.]

I'm pretty sure we'd get pulled over. And teleporting, walking, and the subway will get us around faster. [Again, she holds out her hand.] Come on. I'll take us to... wherever. Maybe. I guess it depends on where you want to go.