Her voice is level and calm, almost dreamy. "I know, I know. I may be a bird, but I'm not complete rubbish behind the wheel."

She demonstrates, taking the left turn at a clip that's probably best left for daylight hours, making the tyres chirp but not sing.

"And you wouldn't fire me for scratching the Quattro, I think."

She considers the lay of the land, recognising the street they're supposed to turn on.

"Whoops. Guess we'll have to go the long way."

The Quattro growls its approval as she downshifts again.