He examined the car as she stashed the computer in the luggage space behind the front seat. It was almost five meters from bumper to bumper, he guessed, and not much more than a meter high, the top of the Targa-style roof only coming up to his belly. The strangely contoured hood hinted at a beefy power plant. It looked blindingly fast, even standing still. He kicked at one of the fat tires. "What is it?" he asked.