Nonono not turning this into a high speed chase when this man calls the police from the side of the road, they're just, uh. They're just kidnapping him.

It's fine. It'll be fine. Daniel has a lot of cash on him.

"Hey!" is cheerful, launching himself forward from the back seat so he can grab the ousted cabbie by the shoulders, keep him firmly in place in the passenger seat. "Manhattan, right? It's always like this." More learning as Lestat, presumably, peels out, so that Daniel can reach over and grab the seat belt, buckle this guy in. Less for kidnapping more for not wanting him to fly through the windshield and die if it turns out Lestat does not have a valid Louisiana driver's license.

Once their new friend is secured, he grabs the driver's seat headrest with one hand, wedged in place for. Whatever this is going to be.

"As long as you have insurance," says the ex-driver, who definitely thinks he's going to get robbed, at least.

"We're good. Six blocks forward then it's a right. What's your name? Oh, it says it there—"

"Archie."

"Hi, Archie."