It's only after crossing the finish line that her nerves start to settle. But where normally there would be an unparalleled high, Faye only feels her hands trembling and suddenly sapped of their strength, the beat of her heart not quite aligned with the passing seconds, and when she takes her helmet off all that she sees around her is blinding sunlight rather than billowing dust.
"And you could've gotten me killed," she retorts, confusion masking itself as anger in her veins, and she throws her weight easily off of the bike, kicking the stand into position. "What the hell was that, huh?" Had he swerved in the other direction, it wouldn't have cost as much — a vehicle could withstand the impact, a civilian off on the beach could dive away with those precious extra couple of seconds.
He turned towards her.
"I can't tell if you're a worse driver than I thought, or a psychopathic genius," she says, stepping forward anyway, heels grinding into the asphalt.
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Date: 2013-09-10 06:40 am (UTC)"And you could've gotten me killed," she retorts, confusion masking itself as anger in her veins, and she throws her weight easily off of the bike, kicking the stand into position. "What the hell was that, huh?" Had he swerved in the other direction, it wouldn't have cost as much — a vehicle could withstand the impact, a civilian off on the beach could dive away with those precious extra couple of seconds.
He turned towards her.
"I can't tell if you're a worse driver than I thought, or a psychopathic genius," she says, stepping forward anyway, heels grinding into the asphalt.
It's all tremors, though.