"Hope so," he said, "hope they get ’em and go to Mars." Then he did something in reverse with all four wheels and the Ford sort of jumped up and backward, into the street, some other car swerving past them all brakes and horn and the driver’s mouth a black O, and the part of her that was still a messenger sort of liked it. All the times they’d cut her off. "Shit," he said, jamming the gear-thing around until he got what he needed and they took off.