"And let me guess, he was foul to you after that, too." Jason's hands shake too, but out of rhythm with Swann's the clenched anger and squirm of something trapped and writhing rather than trembling. "Jesus. Give me ten minutes in a locked room with that off-world son of a bitch, just ten minutes..."

He takes a deep breath and leans back in his seat, sucking his teeth as he glares out the window. "Alright, you'll make yourself sick again. Let's have a nice night. Let's just...put all of that to the side for a moment."

He removes his hand from hers but pulls her over, so that his arm's around her shoulders, so even as he drives she can rest against him.