Then don't do that. You're smarter than that. [She smiles, small and a little sly. Crash the car...? Of course, it's an image of a carriage that comes to Andrew's mind instead of any more advanced vehicle. She supposes she might live to see those vehicles created in her own world, though. What a strange feeling.]

Not as awkward as all that. [At least.] But I do have a tight deadline, and I'm not sure how this will have changed it.