Instead she just rolls her eyes and follows Puck.

"Are you all right?" Puck asked anxiously, standing so close that she could probably feel his breath on her cheek.

She nods glaring at the street. "Stupid people."

"Don't scare me like that," he mumbled, planting a kiss on her forehead.

"Well, that was amusing." Grimalkin hopped lightly onto the sidewalk, making a show of taking his sweet time. "Are we quite ready to go, now? Human, you know where we are headed, correct?"

She nods, heading towards SciCorp.

"It would be faster if we would take a taxi."

Puck made a face. "Now see, anyone else would have a few qualms about riding in a big metal box, but Ive learned to deal." He smirked. "All those years I took the bus with you was good practice. Still, keep the windows open, Princess."

"So be it." She whistled loudly for a taxi.

Ten minutes later, a bright yellow cab pulled up, driven by a bearded man chewing a thick cigar. He kept glancing at Claire in the rearview window and smiling, oblivious to the two faeries pressed on either side of her, one glaring, one hanging his head out the window. Grim was on her lap and both windows rolled down, as they tore through the city streets. Puck looked positively green.

She chuckles, patting Pucks back. "You gonna survive the ride?"

He nodded. At last, they pulled up in front of a gleaming tower, the sunlight reflecting off the mirrored walls as they rose into the sky. As soon as they were free of the cab, Puck started coughing. He looked pale and sweaty. Ironhorse watched him curiously, as though fascinated, and Grimalkin sat down to wash his tail.