[Dave]

Streak knew what he meant, but really had no ideas. She gave Swick a look over and, much to her discomfort, was unable to tell what he was up to, or what his motives were.
She sighed. "I guess we have no choice but to come with ... Dave, can I have that pen and notebook?"
Dave handed it to her and she wrote "We have a good car suitable to our needs, Art isn't unconscious, and he has the keys in his front pocket." on the first blank page.
Nothing extravagant happened. The car in question was sitting nearby, just as if it always had been there. It was easily big enough to seat everyone comfortably without being too much of an eyesore. Art was leaning against it, fully awake, but a little confused. "Wasn't I just driving?"
Streak rolled her eyes and scrawled a quick line - "Art knows what's been going on since the car crashed." - and Art's look of confusion disappeared. He pulled the keys out of his pocket. "So where to, Swick?"
Blaze interupted. "Hello?! Charger's arm is broken? Can't you do something about that?"
Streak shrugged. "Not without his permission. Besides, I don't think Charger would deign to accept such help from me."
Dave spoke. "You didn't get Art's permission before waking him up."
Streak shot him a look. "That's different. I did it out of neccesity. I'm under the impression that you can't drive, even though you're 18 --" Dave looked down, embarassed "-- and I never got a chance to learn, Blaze doesn't know how to drive, Charger can't with a broken arm, and Kix, Krisha, and Kaira are less than equipped." She turned to Swick. "And because I'm not sure about him, I don't trust him driving us anywhere. That leaves Art. And we do need to get going. So ... please."