John's lips pursed at the taunting about his driving and he kept his eyes forward. He was working with a handicapped, he was three thousand years ahead of the technology. The man was as likely to know how to drive a manual as Suzie was to know how to pilot a Class 5 Korven Timeship. Learning, truthfully, had always seemed beneath him. Jack drove.
"Haven't the foggiest. If I did, I wouldn't be here, I'd be wherever he went getting it done," Hart said easily and shifted to second, grinding the gear a little but he was definitely improving. He'd always been a fast learner; it was one of the things they'd looked for in the Time Agency. Adaptability.
"I hope so, otherwise there's no more point to shooting the man than gagging him- well..."
John smirked ever so slightly and gunned it, fairly comfortable now with working the sports car.
"So what'd you do to upset the status quo? Question authority? He always hated that, and I loved anything he hated- is he here?" John asked, looking over at the end with imploring eyes. He never could stay away, just another habit he needed to kick, but then he knew his luck with that...