At this sharp turn, Tempest bangs into the door and lets out a harsh curse; and again, the look is turned on Charlie. "I have never been in a car before." She mutters, but loud enough that he'll hear. "Until now, and your horrid - what is it, driving? Honestly."

There's no bite in it, at least; well, none directed at him. She's cold, she's in a strange modern form of transportation, and - okay maybe some of it's directed at Charlie, because geez, is this how you're supposed to drive? She was never getting into one of these ever again.