Irene responded with her trademark eyebrow raised scrutinizing looks, "I suppose I was not mistaken. Hop in."
The locks jumped up and the door to her side budged open with her hands remaining on the wheel.
The appearance and condition of the automobile already spoke a lot about its owner. Here was an owner who could afford the latest model that could run significantly faster and appear a knock-out on the streets. Still she chose to keep 'that old car' with some dents and scratches that the she didn't bother to repair anymore. Anyway, why would it matter? Everyone's eyes would be on somebody else's car.
As long as it drove better (to the owner's opinion), a working alarm system, and a pair of airbags, it was sufficient.
Once Shiro would take his seat, Irene would pop in the question whilst joining the flow of traffic, "You wouldn't mind a detour before the mansion, would you Mr. Yoshida?"