After an awkward silence, the ermine teeters off. "Fuck you too then," you hear him mutter under his breath.
Pleasant, isn't he? You feel mostly confusion, in all honesty; nothing you hadn't heard back in The City, but still not exactly what you wanna wake up to. Your only hope is that this Apricot Bay place is a little nicer than what you're used to.
A half hour after that exchange, you hear the screech of the breaks and the pressure release of the car. "Now arriving at: Apricot Bay," the automated voice says.