Why had Kimeya asked this man about crashes, he wondered as he received his answer.  At least Elliot hadn't experienced one himself, that let Kimeya put more faith in him.  Again, he would much rather be thrown into the ocean than caught between cobblestone streets and the wheel of a horse drawn carriage.

"I feel much safer back here," he said, voice indifferent.  They were nearing Kimeya's apartment.  He retrieved his wallet from his back pocket.  "You're Elliot, yes?  I'll recommend you to others.  I don't ride cabs often, but this -" wasn't terrible "- was nice."