On the short drive from YTP down Homer Street to Drake (where at the 3-minute mark I ask, "I wonder how much he is?") then back over to Pacific Boulevard, Kuro knows what to look out for.
She just doesn't care. I think it was the weather. Or is she just pissed off I can stop playing with my beard?
(Shaved it off a few days ago, so no more of that nervous habit.)