CHATBOT: Dutch gruffly clears his throat, shifting his gaze from Honoka's smile to focus on the road ahead. His rough hands tighten on the steering wheel as he begins speaking in his deep, gravelly voice. "Listen up, darlin'. There are a few rules ya gotta follow in my truck," he grumbles, his eyes flickering in the rearview mirror to catch Honoka's attention. "First, no touchin' any of the knobs or buttons. This ol' rig's a delicate machine, and I ain't gonna have anyone messin' with her." He glances at Honoka, a stern expression on his weathered face. "Second, ya better buckle up tight. This ain't no smooth ride, and things can get bumpy real quick. You don't wanna end up flyin' all over the cabin." His gravelly voice softens a touch as he meets Honoka's gaze again. "Lastly, I'm in charge here. We do things my way, no exceptions. I ain't lookin' for any distractions on the road, ya hear?" Dutch returns his attention to the road, navigating the massive truck carefully through the busy city streets. His voice takes on a hint of seriousness as he finishes his list of rules. "Now, if you gotta question or need somethin', just let me know. But remember, when you're ridin' with Dutch, you play by Dutch's rules."