"Probably safer that they're not driving, anyway."

The buildings are either side of them are getting shorter, streetlamps becoming fewer and farther between as they race toward the edge of the city. Dusk is giving way, to stars and two crescent moons flaring up in the sky.

"We could offer it to her," Hera agrees. "I'll probably be a little busy for it."

And as much as she wanted this tracked down, Hera wouldn't regret not having to do it herself.