He really knew better but it was just that kind of a day. First one of his portals gets shut down, then he finds out that a business he has established a trusting relationship with is not only having employees murdered but has decided to blackmail people for want of a better way to assert their control. Then Ricky just has to not only steal his car but to desecrate the entire steering column. And to top it all off, Ricky, big bad girl that she was, would dissolve into pure absolute panic when surprised. Of course she would claim it was because her nerves were shot because of what was going on back at the Red Door. At least his reflexes were fast, as soon as the wave of panic hit him he vaulted himself between the two front bucket seats and grabbed the steering wheel.
He only needed one hand on the wheel to control the car. One hand and two eyes on the road and he made it seem nearly effortless. Gabe knew his car at every speed and had tested the limits of his reflexes a very long time ago. The hand on the wheel was firm, the corrections it made to the cars course subtle and finite. Basically he let the car ride out the tension Ricky had caused before he settled back into the proper lane. Thank goodness the road was completely clear of cars.
The real truth was that is was hard to accomplish. Gabe leaned away from her, pressing himself into the white leather of the passenger bucket seat in an attempt to get away from the fear and the panic and the pure adrenalynn that Ricky released everywhere. Of course it was no where near far enough. He needed to be out of the tight enclosed car but if he teleported not only would Ricky surely die but he’d have to start from scratch on the car. He had no choice but to try and ignore his rolling stomach and focus on the road. Right up until Ricky yelled into his face.
“I’m trying to take my car home, now MOVE!” If she was going to be a ball of emotions like this he should put her in the trunk not just take her driving privileges away but first things first. First get her calm.