She takes the phone from him, flipping it open and arching against his touch. Her thumbs fly over the keys, punching up their destination. She watches as it acquires their location.

"Ah, not far at all," she says, snapping the phone into the holder on the dash.

That done, she puts the seat up and reaches for one of the bottled waters.

"Are you going to let me drive at all? I hear the roads in the south of France can be a lot of fun."