Saffron slips into the cab and slides over so Molokov can follow her in, though she doesn't slide all the way, making sure to sit close against his side as they head off to his apartment. It's not a terrible long drive, and she keeps her hand on his leg the whole way, looking over at him periodically like she can't completely believe her luck at getting someone like him to take her home with him.

By the time they reach their destination, Saffron's pretty sure she's got him right where she wants him.