Well, well. He's proud, certainly. Proud and stubborn.

That's interesting. But she's beginning to wonder, in the back of her mind, if she hasn't made a mistake after all.

She goes to her limo, surrounded by her detail, and indicates that she wants her new purchase with her. After a bit of arguing with her detail - and an agreement is reached to have one sitting across from them, ready to stun him if he tries anything fishy - they settle in and take off. Daniel Carrington was a bastard, Cassandra reflected, but his antigravity technology was genius.

"You really aren't going to talk, are you?" She asks with a bit of humor in her voice. "Cat got your tongue?"