Simon stared at the car. He wasn't sure he wanted to get into that thing. In fact, he knew he didn't want to get in it; if this guy drove like he moved, Simon was sure he wouldn't like it. No, moving fast certainly wasn't Simon's style. But, he couldn't stay out here, running to the Hospital.
"I hope you do really know how to drive, is that it; take it easy okay? People could come out of nowhere." The doctor wasn't in the mood to slam into poor innocents, or dead things either. "How do you know how to pilot this thing?"
Simon was beginning to realize that maybe he was better suited for the future world he'd come from, not this one. Nothing was what it should be; they certainly wouldn't have had zombies - if he had only been around for Miranda, he might have revised those thoughts.