It's her left hand he grabs, the one made of metal, and she's so shocked by it she forgets to protest or resist. Before the road war, most of her crew viewed the metal arm with a weirdly religious awe. With a few exceptions, they wouldn't touch it deliberately lest they be struck with lightning from Valhalla or some such foolishness. She didn't discourage the notion; she hates to be grabbed. Under the circumstances, though, it's for the best that she doesn't think to resist.
Her legs are long, but not as long as his, and she has to move at a fierce pace to keep up with him. Her scarred lung won't like that, long term, but right now everything is working well enough for her to shout her own warning in rapid succession after his: "Throttle! Eyes down! Incoming!"
Throttle is a good war boy; he responds quickly to orders. Still, there's only so fast his reflexes can respond, and even as he gropes under the dash for a rifle, the car rocks, tires popping and hissing with the impact of the creature under the sand.
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Date: 2016-09-10 01:49 am (UTC)Her legs are long, but not as long as his, and she has to move at a fierce pace to keep up with him. Her scarred lung won't like that, long term, but right now everything is working well enough for her to shout her own warning in rapid succession after his: "Throttle! Eyes down! Incoming!"
Throttle is a good war boy; he responds quickly to orders. Still, there's only so fast his reflexes can respond, and even as he gropes under the dash for a rifle, the car rocks, tires popping and hissing with the impact of the creature under the sand.