Looking just a tad petulant about it, Yves made his way to the passenger side and climbed in. The sprite was still in his hand, and he opened it slowly.

"You are to stay in the car, do you understand?" he asked it. "I need you to guide us from here- As though we were on a boat, searching for land."

The tiny sprite made a jingling sort of sound, flitting about the car for a moment, before fluttering over the dash and pointing itself north east.