She was driving casual (as Harrison Ford might have said). Not fast obviously, not slow, careful but not too careful: just casual. She didn’t feel casual, she knew that and she knew the car knew that. It had been a difficult breakfast. She knew there were signs: the way she held the driverless console; where she was looking, the way she was looking; her breathing; other biometrics she’d didn’t even understand. The car was adjusting her playlist and the ambients. She felt herself relaxing but she knew the conversation with the People Agent was waiting when she got to work