[Farrah’s listening to Angus’ offer, and gives Elle a quick look. Her stomach’s twisting, both in dismay, and from the alcohol.
So she just nods, reaching over and unclicking the seatbelt. She’s slow moving—- there’s going to be bruises later, and there are a few scrapes—- but overall, between the airbags and the seatbelt, she was kept fairly safe.]
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So she just nods, reaching over and unclicking the seatbelt. She’s slow moving—- there’s going to be bruises later, and there are a few scrapes—- but overall, between the airbags and the seatbelt, she was kept fairly safe.]
I can walk. Just… whiplash. It’s fine.