[Whatever Cable had planned to say dies in his throat. Not necessarily because what she says is weird or annoying (it is) but because it sounds disturbingly familiar. Like a feeling of deja-vu.
He levels a hard stare on her, then leans past her without asking so he can point at the gearshift.]
This one. Not the other one. You're dawdling. [Which prompts him to pull back a little so he can scan their surroundings. He's not gonna die giving driving instructions to some girl.]
no subject
He levels a hard stare on her, then leans past her without asking so he can point at the gearshift.]
This one. Not the other one. You're dawdling. [Which prompts him to pull back a little so he can scan their surroundings. He's not gonna die giving driving instructions to some girl.]
Have we met?