Felix leans closer to his brother, murmuring, "You know, those vehicles on the roads here-"

"Yes, thank you, Felix." Stratos nods his approval. If Rosco can hold his nerve dealing with high-speed machines, the tribune's estimation of him has to go up. "That seems an extremely sensible law. And tell me, do you believe you can manage dealing with the types of people you've encountered here? You carry a weapon, I assume..."