( The lack of stuffiness inside the taxi is appreciated, though the sound of the AC (such small inside winds, what nonsense is this, producing such cool flowing air?!) has Sharon more wide eyed than she'd prefer, looking toward the vents, then out the window. Slow going as it is through traffic, it's astounding how many people (and how many taxi's!) there are all around.

She shakes her head, refocusing on Gilbert and not the distractions running course all around them. It's odd to be looking at him sideways rather than straight across, but the taxi wasn't even built for such niceties as a carriage could afford on that side of things either. )

With whatever comes easiest, I suppose. If it's not the beginning, then it's what stands out most strongly in mind. We can find our way backward and forward to understand the whole. For now, what's most important?

( A smile for Gil, and the cabbie; she feels him watching, catches his glimpse every so often in that odd mirror hanging on the front of the taxi's forward facing window. )