[As soon as they reach the place, Ragna begins to regret ever agreeing to this. Why didn't he pick another route or insist on heading back to the ship instead? Or he could have suggested anything else, really. It's rare that something genuinely catches Mitsunari's interest, and when it does, it's usually bad news. Except for fries, those were relatively harmless.]

Did I stutter or something? I said no. You ain't getting one.

[Apparently he gets to decide that now. Ragna lets out an annoyed huff, crossing his arms on his chest. It's fairly obvious he's not enthusiastic about the idea; in fact, he's pretty determined not to let Mitsunari behind the wheel, both for the latter's sake and the safety of general public. But mostly to spare himself the headache.]

'Sides, you'd probably need a license for that. Y'know, a proof that you can drive? Which you can't, by the way.