Well, if they got in an accident, it would be her legs. But they were going slow enough through the city that it likely wouldn't happen. "Oh give it a fuckin' rest," he rolled his eyes at her muttering, not at all interested. "I might be a fuckin' saint but I ain't exactly a good one. I think I get away with a lot of shit and I'm not sure how." He smoked, drank, womanized and he was absolutely going to toke up with that half-joint before bed - or, well, sleeping in his cab more anyway.