Vesper would be most put out if he ran over his one-time teammate. So, he tried to prevent that, too. He yanked on the wheel as he tried to get the rest of his body into a better position. The limo careened toward a sidewalk and barreled toward a building wall.

Vesper grit his teeth and grabbed one leg of the dead driver's pants. He yanked up and slammed it down, hoping he hit the brake. The women screaming in the back of the limo did not help his concentration any.

((He's everywhere she doesn't want him to be...))