The walking tree might, in fact, be a better choice of driver, if only he were present.

"I'm Karlach," she says as she slides over into the driver's seat, just a little bit gingerly, like she's worried she might damage something if she touches it without instruction. It is, at least, less complex than the nautilus ship - though given how that adventure had ended, that isn't entirely a comfort.

"And don't worry about it. I'd have to be a pretty big asshole to just let you get sucked up into the storm."