“For a girl scared of planes, trains, and automobiles, you don’t seem too rattled by the crash.” “Thousands of volts of electricity coursing through my body and causing every muscle to contort in agony is a marvelous distraction,” I dryly inform him, giving him a pointed look. “Is this your way of trying to sample my blood again to see if I’m who I say I am?” His smirk could mean a number of things, so I don’t read into it.
