"No concerningly detailed drug arsenal or you don't wanna rattle 'em off?"

"I'm still considering bringing you with me."

"You could like leave my hands tied up and connect that to something you were holding so I cannot leap at the siren call of going home to Ren."

"What other situations might tempt you besides going home to your mother."

"I dunno, spy thriller universes have pretty low baseline credibility of random people's ability to do much of anything useful. Because they are full of spies."

"If there's a portal, I may want to get all three of us through it rather than preventing you."

"Rough on Martin who might want the mad scientist to send him to his own universe of 2030. Like, imagine how slow the internet will be by comparison, or something."

"You're very funny," she says, without a hint of laughter.  But also without obvious sarcasm.

"I'll be here all week. Presumably."

"...Given the circumstances as you understand them, is there anything I might do to alleviate your suffering in the next few minutes?"

"You're talking to me. Given that you are trying to simultaneously drive a car that is probably the best we can do here."

"...I can safely participate in high-speed chases through city centers.  An empty stretch of country roads and unbusy highways don't pose much of a challenge."

"Oh well in that case we could try some kind of simultaneous cuddling sort of operation perhaps."

"Perhaps."  She's still limited by the basic configurations of cars, but he can have a hand - no, half an arm?  Around him.  With the hand... there.  On the top of his shoulder.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome.  ...I do not anticipate us coming across a portal today, for the record."

"You low key got my hopes up there when you were treating the mad scientist possibility as worth factoring in!"

"Sometimes things happen which I do not anticipate!"

"That one seems really predictable but perhaps I have not watched enough spy thrillers to know why it caught you by surprise."

"How do you mean?"

"I barely mean anything. I'm saying things for attention and not because I have things to say. I hate it. It was something like, maybe there is a spy thriller trope, that I'd know about if I had watched enough movies, and which would give me the ability to predict whatever just happened, where you treated the mad science portal like a serious factor in the upcoming shenanigans and then I derived that there was a non-negligible chance of it and you did not expect me to do this. But I'm not sure I have ever watched an entire spy thriller all the way through, I've just like, seen trailers for them, been next to people on airplanes who were watching them, like that."

"...There is a non-negligible chance of there being a portal to your world at some point.  I do not expect to encounter it today."

"Via mad science or what?"

"Presumably the same science that brought you here, however you would class that."

"There were no obvious perpetrators on either end. I just wound up in another universe suddenly for no apparent reason. If that happens again I could just as easily wind up in some third universe."