"Right? I knew you looked familiar. You have been driving taxis in Old Shipyard Port for years, haven't you?"
Zayne laughed and went along with it.
"You got that right. Thirty years behind the wheel. Kid, I'm not bragging, but I know every street and alley here. If an extra pile of crap showed up somewhere, I would know who dropped it."
Once the topic shifted to his job, the driver immediately became animated and started talking nonstop.
Zayne listened quietly, tossing in a few compliments now and then, quickly flattering the driver into a great mood.
When they arrived, the driver was still not done and leaned over to give a few final tips.
"Kid, White Stockings is right here. Remember this. If there is a surprise inspection, don't take the elevator. Use the emergency stairs, jump out the second floor window, and they will never catch you."
"Oh, and Technician Number Eleven is pricey, but she is gorgeous."
Zayne's mouth twitched slightly.
"Alright, thanks."
