Yes, it was apparent that Isabella was quite comfortable, which Frodo knew was mostly due to there being plenty of space in the seat despite his presence in it. He was short. There was no sense pretending otherwise.
The gas was hit, and the distance between them and the place of noise quickly diminished. The window was still open, and Frodo caught the end of what sounded to be the previously noted drug dealers hooting and hollering. It occurred to him a few blocks later that it was probably due to the fact that he had just coaxed two women into his car.
As the car gained speed, so did his pulse, and the gravity of the situation pushed him further into his seat. How was this actually happening to him? Things began to feel surreal. Frodo's eyes darted from side-to-side, as the buildings changed from homes to frames of homes. They passed the bar white dog on the side, which seemed surprisingly lively for a Tuesday night.