Driving has no meaning to Rutile, but it quickly takes on one as the vehicle lurches forward at a speed unmatched by even Yellow Diamond. The acceleration forces them back into the seat, and Rutile grasps a handle on the door as Chase swerves unexpectedly around corners.

For all that, though, the sentries and the crowd are left behind, and the chaos fades as they drive away. The speed, though terrifying, is also a little exhilarating - Rutile could get used to this.

"I didn't do anything wrong," Rutile assures Chase, their eyes firmly fixed on the road ahead. "The sentries wouldn't answer my questions and insisted I go with them. I wanted to do no such thing. I think it's natural to run away in that situation." Warily, they continue, "I'm Rutile."