[And again, for a minute she just sort of quivers there like a leaf in the wind, evidently processing the direction and trying to collect some semblance of the nerve to proceed with acting on it, and then like a bowstring pulled too tight, it snaps; one minute she's there and the next she's off and running, and she's already got her target picked out and when she gets there she's looking it over like an eager child on Christmas — running gloved fingertips over the handlebars, examining every inch of the body, barely daring to believe that she can (and she's going to) make off with this.
To her credit, though, hotwiring the thing goes fast, and the rumbling growl of the engine coming to life is enough to make her breath quicken.]
I've got it!
[Yes, just...announce that to the whole motor pool, dear.]
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To her credit, though, hotwiring the thing goes fast, and the rumbling growl of the engine coming to life is enough to make her breath quicken.]
I've got it!
[Yes, just...announce that to the whole motor pool, dear.]