Philomina placed Kallen in the passenger seat. As she was about to close the door, Kallen reminded her:
"Seat belt."
Philomina bent down again and fastened Kallen's seat belt for him.
"Captain, I've noticed you always care about these details."
It was not just because he was injured. Philomina had noticed that even when perfectly healthy, Kallen always wore his seat belt, though in fact, even the worst car crash could not possibly hurt him.
"It's called respecting the details. It always pays off."
"All right."
Philomina got into the driver's seat, started the car, and floored the accelerator.
The car went backward instead of forward, quickly leaving the road and sliding into a ditch.
Bang!
After a violent jolt, the front of the car stuck high into the air.
"Cough, cough..."
Kallen coughed, reached out to touch his seat belt, and said:
"See? It's paid off already."
Philomina stared somewhat blankly at the steering wheel in her hands and asked:
"What do we do?"
"Call a tow truck, or get out and push the car back onto the road."
"All right."
Philomina got out and jumped into the ditch. Soon, a force pushed against the back of the car, returning it to the road. She really had pushed it back up.
Then Philomina returned to the driver's seat and started the car again. After several attempts, the engine turned over.
Kallen felt that the secondhand black Pons he had bought back then really was excellent value. Its quality was beyond reproach.
"You haven't learned to drive yet?"
"Richard said he'd teach me, but we haven't had time yet. I'll have him teach me when we get back."
"Mm, drive slowly. Here, I'll teach you how to change gears. Just drive like this. Take it slowly, it's fine."
"All right."