EEEEEEEEE! *incoherent flapping* Oh, my god. You gave her Death and I just... I fucking love Death, and this idea, so much i can't do much more than just flap some more and grin like a loon.

Cool hands close around her wheel, and the soft, cheerful voice asks. "So - want to go for a ride?"

Yes. Yesyesyesyes. Thank you.

I'll be back with slightly more coherence later, when the glee has reduced to a manageable level.