Oh, Evelyn can drive. Not well, but she can drive. It's certainly more than can be said for some people -- she just prefers to be chauffeured around, and Rick likes automobiles almost as much as her brother, so she never has to worry if she wants to go anywhere.

That, and she doesn't want to begin thinking about how different vehicles are in this time, because they're already dashedly difficult in her own.

"Roger that," she chimes, trailing along after Martha, grateful she has someone who can navigate this madness with relative ease. "D'you think we'll have to arrest this fellow? I do hope things don't turn violent."

Said with such a prim tone of voice that she sounds like a schoolmarm.