This has been a bogus time to surface so much. Everyone else in The Underground is jonesing for a way out of the mess they're in, and that means it's her job to take them somewhere better. So she does. This place doesn't come with a giant sky eye deleting anything it doesn't like the look of. Rad! Good enough for her.
The trowel isn't pointing down, or at the seat. It's pointing at the door to the next car.
Shimmer.
"Never mind. Gimme that. This is gonna take forever if we let it lead us up and down this whole train."
There's a POP sound and she's gone.
She opens the door to the next car shortly.
"My way is faster. We can go car by car, it'll be fun."
"Sure, kid, we can, like, do whatever."
She takes Emmy's hand and POP!. Next car. Flit gives it about five seconds for a trowel check before POP! to the next car. The trowel continues to point forward until eventually...
"End of the line!"
They're in the last car, which contains just them and Driver 8.
She looks at them with a neutral expression.
"Can I help you?"
"Maybe," says Emmy, stepping a little closer. She circles around Driver 8 to see if it's pointing at her or at something near her.
Circling around Driver 8 reveals that the trowel is indeed pointing even further; past the "end of the line".
She crosses her arms before Crazy Jane finishes speaking.
"That's not a good idea. I drive, you ride, and at the end of the line, you front. There are rules."
"Yeah, that doesn't sound like a reason not to try it. This is a quest, right? We're not going to get to the end by being scared."
She nods, looking simultaneously reluctant and encouraging.
"Right. This is your stop, then. Good luck."
And off they go, into the great unknown. It's- a bit of a hike, as the incline grows steeper. Very steep, actually, to the point where it's more like scaling a wall with infinite handholds; it would be difficult to fall off without letting go or losing your grip, but gravity is working against them. The light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter.
Flit flits, teleporting from point to point as they approach the blinding light of the end of the tunnel. It's easy not to fall when she's not spending any time standing still. She screams joyfully the whole way up, glancing over at Palisade once in a while.
She could just get there first, if she wanted to, but the thought of that terrifies everyone else in the Underground- enough to make them bubble up toward the surface. Flit isn't ending this race a second before she has to.
Just when Palisade is about to go through the blinding white light- Flit teleports just one step ahead. They cross simultaneously-