"Well." Pietro exhaled. The car felt comfortable and familiar and safe, but the truth of things was that the mugger was on the ground not too far from them. They probably needed to get moving. "You were caught off guard. You'll have a plan next time." Pietro turned the steering wheel slowly, not really wanting to drive off but knowing he had to. "Or I'll just pick you up every day." He sounded as though he was joking, but wasn't.