She shifts obediently, crawling over and getting buckled up again as quick as she can. There's this... feeling. She knows this feeling. She knows this one entirely too well, where somehow things have all gone very wrong but one tries not to panic.
"Is this..." She asks, nervous-and-trying-very-hard-not-to-sound-like-it, "Is this what happens, with cars? Because I don't think I want to drive if it is."
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Date: 2013-09-04 06:38 am (UTC)"Is this..." She asks, nervous-and-trying-very-hard-not-to-sound-like-it, "Is this what happens, with cars? Because I don't think I want to drive if it is."