[ Hornet sits stoically as ever through the ride, the wind making a mess of her hair as they rocket through several loops, bends and twist. She leans forward or back occasionally, minute adjustments, but nothing more than that.
Eventually, they come to a stop. Hornet fusses with her hair, putting it back in place. ]
Was it to your liking? [ She sounds vaguely curious, for once. Slightly out of breath, too - it was fast, no doubt about that. ]
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Eventually, they come to a stop. Hornet fusses with her hair, putting it back in place. ]
Was it to your liking? [ She sounds vaguely curious, for once. Slightly out of breath, too - it was fast, no doubt about that. ]