They had been rolling slowly past a stop sign when the tapping began. The brakes kicked before the girl lost a foot for her troubles. Frodo looked to the driver, awaiting some sort of comment or advice. All they had for him was a shrug. "It's your call," they said.
Frodo felt around for the window control and pressed the button. The glass began to slide downward. "Yes...?" he began, addressing the cat as much as the girl. I hope this isn't a prostitute, he thought, although that was specifically about the girl.