[ standing up on her knees is fine, it's 1853 and traffic rules are nothing but a faint twinkle in the hearts of concerned citizens. Her enthusiasm is a little infectious; he flashes her a grin. ]
Faster? You better hang on.
[ he pulls out of the mansion gates and onto the street - the mansion is secluded enough that there are rarely people around anyway, but in this version of London, there's nobody around. Which means it's totally fine for him to put the pedal to the metal. He drops his foot, and the car sputters out a big puff of steam as it kicks forward at a much faster speed, zooming past hedges and fences. Now that they're out of the house, Steel London is more easily visible - smoke stacks reaching up into the sky, tall buildings surrounded by an even taller wall that encircles the city along with the two of them. ]
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Faster? You better hang on.
[ he pulls out of the mansion gates and onto the street - the mansion is secluded enough that there are rarely people around anyway, but in this version of London, there's nobody around. Which means it's totally fine for him to put the pedal to the metal. He drops his foot, and the car sputters out a big puff of steam as it kicks forward at a much faster speed, zooming past hedges and fences. Now that they're out of the house, Steel London is more easily visible - smoke stacks reaching up into the sky, tall buildings surrounded by an even taller wall that encircles the city along with the two of them. ]