[ As far as Ronan's concerned, this is a trial by fire for Murphy. He's just going to have to adjust to the way life is around here, because they haven't even touched on the real weird shit yet. ]

Relax. There's a seatbelt if you want it.

[ No one would blame him for being alarmed by Ronan's taste in music, though. It does sound rather like bagpipes being murdered by a drum machine. ]

And you... Here, I'll show you.

[ He's a reckless driver, but he does stop at red lights. Once there's a moment, he pulls out his phone, opens up his instagram, and hands it off to Murphy. ]

Guess who's who. Here's a hint: I'm the one with abs.