They turned a street and reached Rachel's car. Expensive and comfortable, but nothing that would call as attention as her favorite BMW. It was stolen, of course. If that car got robbed or found by someone, it could not be traced to her. She put her gloves and opened the doors. "Feel free to enter. It should be a short ride until there."
One thing she didn't like was talking on the car. Too much to see, to think, not enough control of her surroundings. Specially if she was driving. She hated talking and driving and reading minds and thinking about what way to go... Too much.