"You might want to buckle up, kid." Jim offers him a smile - he's as good a driver as he is a pilot, and given the causeways here it's not like he can really get up to speed, but better safe than sorry. If he breaks their navigator, Bones and Spock will collude to feed him to the turtle.

And then he floors it. Okay, so he grabs a little rubber on the way, because he's Jim Kirk and this car's built for all the speeds he'd rather coax out of a starship to the power of about seventeen thousand, nineteen hundred and three.

Or so. Sue him, he's a captain, not a mathematician.

He knows the building, and makes it in record time. Parks the car, vaults out and tosses the keys in the air as he heads towards the building, glancing once over his shoulder to make sure Chekov's following.