"Oh, don't worry." he'd reassured his driving buddy while patting the area over where supposedly his own heart may lie beating, folding into the driver's side with little complexity, though inwardly he vowed to feign his best disinterest in all the super gadgets of the machina. It was quite a feat not inquiring about them, and he made a list, mindfully and mostly all crossed out, of future questions he could ask when they knew one another better.
"It's all in the swagg'uh."
The car, presumably left awaiting it's new rider in park, was flicked into drive carefully. As promised, he did lean back like a gangsta. That was no joke. One hand at twelve-o-clock that barely moved around the hours save for turns, which mostly were performed by his knee. And the seat? A far too relaxed position, one that could rouse concern if not for his pretty impeccable style of maneuvering. Surprising, considering it seemed in that position he was at a disadvantage.
"I think we'll be there in like ten minutes," said he, cutting a few people off, but in such a way that somehow raised no alarm.