Hunter led her to the car, opening her door for her, and handing her into the seat. The vehicle was a well cared for black luxury car, the interior spotless and carrying the scent of some spice or another. It was also quietly purring as it ran, and the inside was warm and comfortable. He waited until she was settled, closing her door behind her. Moving to the driver's side, he slid into the seat as if it had been made for him.
After waiting for her seatbelt to be fastened, and doing so with his own, his hands settled themselves, first sliding the stickshift into gear. Soft strings poured from the quiet speakers, to be joined by a weeping piano, as well. "How was your day today, little angel?" He asked, his green eyes moving to her briefly before they settled back on the road ahead of them. The huntsman's hands moved with an economy of motion and experience, though who knew where he'd learned to drive a stickshift.