[ Different, that Fitz isn't shoved aside roughly or playfully — but then this is the first time he's seeing Alexei instead of just Cain, isn't it? His smile widens at Cain's reaction and rapid shift in gears. Fitz follows after at his own pace, picking up a helmet from the side of the garage. ]

[ mildly, ] Out and above the street, ideally.

[ Teasin'. then, once he stands beside Cain.]

I'll monitor the acceleration and other stats from here, [ tapping his head. via the implant, he means. ] but I need you get as high as you can and go as fast as you can. Avoid the traffic monitors pinging on the nav while doing so, [ both the visor of the helmet and centre console screen light up with a map, different versions of the same space, designed to guide the driver. ] or I'll get saddled with the fine. Watch for the warning light — and bring it back, if you see it blink. Red means dead. [ a rap of his knuckles against the central display, where a green light shines. ] Check the maneuverability at high speeds. When you're done, tell me, and I'll test the remote drive. See if I can get it back without you having to do anything. [ handy, for when an agent inevitably goes down or abandons the tech he worked very hard to make nice, thanks. ]

Do try and bring it back in one piece. [ quipped as he extends his hand, helmet hooked on his fingertips. ]