Blonsky focuses on keeping the car at an even speed. A few twists and turns and they're on a long stretch of road, shadowed by overhanging trees and alone in every direction. With a few miles they would be on the highway. No GPS system as a guide, which saves him from having to rip it out. If he's learned anything from tracking Banner, it's to avoid anything electrical, anything they can use to find him.

He glances over at his companion, noting the way he is sitting and it doesn't take too much to figure out why. That look from moments ago was not as inconspicuous as the younger man probably wished. Blonsky says nothing, keeps his eyes on the road. Without warning he reaches over for Chris's seat belt, drags it down, clicks it in place.

"Can't be too careful. I could survive anything, but you're not as lucky."

His hand moves from the connected pieces to the lower strand, following its natural course to the obvious cause of his discomfort.

"'ello 'ello," he drawled with amusement. "Bit of a problem, that is."

He teases him through the fabric, quick enough to torture and keep him on the very edge, though slowing down before he'd go over it.