Now that he's stopped driving, Dirk finds he's panting just a little as if the act of driving was some kind of truly physical exertion. Seeing that his companion is willing to take over though, he undoes the seatbelt and flails around a little to fish his hat out of the back. It gets crammed back on his head, but he doesn't get out until Wednesday has gotten around to the driver's side door. Afraid of rain? No, but he still doesn't relish getting any wetter than he really has to. He hurries around the front and scrambles into the passenger side quickly, settling in with a sigh.

Wednesday, on the other hand, will probably have to adjust the seat back a lot because the detective is wide but short, so there's not much legroom right now.

"I'm afraid of the fees the rental company will charge if I overturn this thing into a ditch or something." He answers once he's comfortably in the passenger seat. Ooh, it's roomy over here. "Besides, I assume once you're behind the wheel you'll either steer us safely with your..." He waggles his fingers and waves his hands around in a failed attempt to express something. "...abilities beyond the ken of mortal men, or the storm will let up to allow you clear passage."