( she gets him — gets what he's saying and politely (disregards) deigns not to respond. she'll play it off as her preoccupation staying upright, not slipping and sliding all over the seats with every wild turn around a corner or weave through traffic; there's not a lot of time for casual conversation when she was trying to keep an eye on their tail.
which they lose. for a second.
and then because that's just how fate works, there's suddenly two suv's at alarmingly short range, defying her original specs about them being heavier and thus slower. there's maybe a good twenty feet between their bumper and the guard of the first truck, and roxy's breath catches in her throat when she sees the passenger window down and a man precariously leaning out of the door with a fully automatic handheld. )
Shit, ( she breathes, but that's the only real warning she can communicate to eggsy before the shooting starts and their back window explodes in shitty quality safety glass and bullets.
and yes, she gets down, but only until they swerve and the gunfire stops while their enermies have to swerve to follow them. then roxy's leaning across the diving console between passenger and driver seat. ) Give me your gun. ( the please is implied, and the yes, sure rox, go right ahead is rather unncessesary because she's definately taking a few liberties and reaching inside his suit jacket for the pistol and ammunition in his shoulder holsters. )
no subject
which they lose. for a second.
and then because that's just how fate works, there's suddenly two suv's at alarmingly short range, defying her original specs about them being heavier and thus slower. there's maybe a good twenty feet between their bumper and the guard of the first truck, and roxy's breath catches in her throat when she sees the passenger window down and a man precariously leaning out of the door with a fully automatic handheld. )
Shit, ( she breathes, but that's the only real warning she can communicate to eggsy before the shooting starts and their back window explodes in shitty quality safety glass and bullets.
and yes, she gets down, but only until they swerve and the gunfire stops while their enermies have to swerve to follow them. then roxy's leaning across the diving console between passenger and driver seat. ) Give me your gun. ( the please is implied, and the yes, sure rox, go right ahead is rather unncessesary because she's definately taking a few liberties and reaching inside his suit jacket for the pistol and ammunition in his shoulder holsters. )