Damien nodded as he watched but sighed. "I understand the fear. Jack and I are the leaders of a gang, in the middle of a gang war. The kid who owns this chair learned to navigate in hell, maybe she can help you get confident driving later?"

Damien was trying to be sympathetic and shifted because he knew to hold his tongue. Holding his tongue was not his strength. "If you're really too worried to do it yourself, there's a lever tucked under the arm below the joystick. Pulling it shifts the chair to manual. I can push it."