[HORN WORKS. Good, great, glad they could settle that matter. Cassandra more gingerly takes the wheel, avoiding the middle part now.]

It's not like reins. [She sighs.] Guess it's more like you're the one turning the vehicle.

[She's the horse now. Or something.]

I have... a key to the house. [She releases one hand to dig through the pockets of her slacks. Rooting around, until - Aha. A sterling silver key, different from the one either of them had.] Plus this one I found in the foyer. Now, let's see...

[She sort of starts... poking various parts of the car to see if the key goes in. Radio? No. Cigarette lighter? No...]