He snorted slightly at her admission. Yeah, princess was nicer. Fitz shut the door and wandered around to the driver's side to climb back in, rolling his shoulders slightly. He did not want to be back in this seat after sleeping in it but he had a job to do - one of those holy order ones even though this felt a little different. Fitz turned the GPS towards her, "Pop in your address." Admittedly, he could find it on his own - he had an internal GPS that was never wrong - but he didn't want to look weirder than he already did.
"I don't usually talk religion with fares," he noted surprisingly gently as he turned over the engine and pulled out into the busy city streets. "But I uh... I gotta take it seriously," and he left it at that. If he could feel her, she could feel him. Maybe she was just sussing out what he was at the very least.