The first twenty minutes of the trip might be boring, depending on how easily wowed Oswin is by palm trees and clear blue skies and the low-key bustle of San Diego.

It's not quite rush hour, thank goodness, but Clint's still quiet as he's focused on the traffic lights-and-potential-pedestrians.

Once they're out of city traffic, he glances at her with a grin. "Okay, navigator. Tell me where you want to go."