As the shots became more and more dim, Loras allowed himself to steady his breathing. Maybe, just maybe there had been a reason he'd bought this car. The Mustang was a great vehicle, but there was nothing like the maneuverability of a Lotus.
Loras touched his lips to his own fingers, then touched them to the roof. "Obi," he said, wrapping his arm back around Margaery, "I know this is going to sound stupid, but what the hell is that thing and why are there things shooting at us?"