Michael dug through Clio's purse and found her keys, clicking open the door and then pulling it wide. He ran around to the other side and leaned through the back seat to sort of help shift her through. Once Clio was settled, he climbed into the driver's seat. "Curse my long limbs," he hissed, adjusting the seat and mirrors.
Clio shuddered, and woke slowly as the car started, and it was a good thing those reassurances from Will had filtered through, so she didn't wake up flailing. Instead she winced and let out a soft cry. "Gods, it hurts," he whispered. "Who's- Who's driving?"