"North, north," he corrects, being purposefully obtuse, now. That misstep won't throw anyone directly behind them, but anyone further out will start off headed in the wrong direction, if only for a minute or two before someone corrects them. He can write it off as just not being familiar with New York, anymore, later, for all that he apparently lives in Vegas. "We're headed north on the FDR Drive."

Though, speaking of the cars behind them, "Fuller, where are you?"

He needs the lifeline, and he doesn't want to reach out to Jack, even if, mercifully, he can still feel him.