With the motion of the ship at stable velocity, the redhead in a skirt suit felt like she was sitting still; maybe a few hairs wafting. She looked at the driver to her left. “How long am I trapped in here with you?” she asked with dry amusement.
Derringer smiled serenely. “Until we reach your destination, or something terrible happens.”
Karma’s head rolled back along with a smooth yet sudden acceleration. “I wasn’t aware that this is how you drive.”
Through his mustache and dark curls, he beamed in no particular direction, then swiveled his head to look at Karma from an angle. “Right now is special!”
Her smile bloomed into a grin beneath astonished eyebrows. “I’m thrilled! And… so on.”
Derringer blinked softly, like a unicorn. “Good.”