Alma doesn't respond, just shifting gears as she keeps her attention ahead of them, lips pursed in concentration.

Jack weaves easily between cars, swerving around a taxi and then cutting hard into the right lane to slip past a bus. There's also a feeling through the connection like a huffed breath out, like he'd been holding it and is finally exhaling - just before the bus swerves into their lane, cutting them off.

Alma slams on the brakes - but so does the driver of the taxi, which means they're, for the moment, boxed in.