Fitz rolled his eyes at the put-on accent though his was technically 'put-on'. He wasn't actually a New Yorker after all though he'd lived there long enough. "I know it ain't but my faith was tested a long time ago and proven true. It ain't wavered yet." She didn't seem to know where she was meant to be going.
Instead of answering her thinking out loud, he said, "Put in an approximation. We can figure it out when we get closer." Red light... So many fucking red lights in this city and miles of cars to go. "Where do you think we've met, drugs or not?"