No thanks necessary. Evelyn understands because in return, Martha has forgiven her for nearly destroying the world. Tit for tat, and all that. She knows what it's like.

"Buckle u- Oh!"

She fumbles for a moment with the strap before securing it across herself in snapping it into place, feeling much more restricted and wondering if it's altogether essential to the driving experience. Imagining that modern automobiles reach greater speeds, she might as well count the strap as a blessing.

"Not at all, let me...see..."

Taking the folder, Evelyn chews her lip and frowns over the diagrams and maps for a moment before waving her hand arbitrarily at the windshield.

"Erm. We need to...follow the main street, ah...it's Sampson Street...for about four blocks. Take a left onto Westminster."