She's a terrible driver. Not that he would ever tell her this. He doesn't have a have a death wish.
But as they screech to a stop at the intersection, he wonders if he's ever been more terrified in his entire life, which includes his encounter with the Minotaur.
"You uh... want me to take the wheel for the next few minutes?"
A confused look passes over her face. "Why?"
"Oh... you know... night driving puts strain on your eyes."
The light turns green. The car lurches forward suddenly.
"Gas station. Now."
"What? Why?"
"You are a fucking awful driver."