Didn't get shot, ( she echoes by way of affirmation. which is true! sure, there'd been close calls, a couple bullets glancing off various parts of their car and ricocheting so close to her face that she'd felt the air as they whizzed by. and sure, her exposed forearms were covered in small cuts from the shattered safety glass. there's also a pretty long scratch on her jawline, and a rapidly congealing bubble of blood making its way down her neck, but she's had worse nicks with a leg razor. a couple of bumps and bruises are to be expected in their line of work, it almost wouldn't feel like a real mission if she didn't get fussed over in medical after.
there's a few more cautious glances through the busted back window for their friend, then roxy returns to the front seat with as much grace as she can manage and stares at eggsy with the appropriate amount of awe. )
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there's a few more cautious glances through the busted back window for their friend, then roxy returns to the front seat with as much grace as she can manage and stares at eggsy with the appropriate amount of awe. )
Where did you learn to drive like that, anyway?