Loras' fingers tightened against Margaery. He wanted to close his eyes, but he'd miss everything if he did. When he'd been with Jack, he'd tipped his chin toward the roof of the car and let out a cry. This time, he only looked ahead, then at Obi-Wan and imagined him in a ship, maneuvering around huge rocks and whatever other obstacles he came across.
The car wasn't exactly warp speed, but it was fast enough and the sound of the clutch and the gear shift alone was worth the money put into the thing.