“No thanks to you,” I growled. “Put the seat belt on.” She gave me a level look. “Mortal, I have no physical form. I exist nowhere except within your mind. I am a mental image. An illusion. A hologram only you can see. There is no reason for me to wear my seat belt.” “It’s the principle of the thing,” I said. “My car, my brain, my rules. Put on the damned seat belt or get lost.” She heaved a sigh. “Very well.” She twisted around like anyone would, drawing the seat belt forward around her waist and clicking it. I knew she couldn’t have picked up the physical seat belt and done that, so what I
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