[Seeing him like this puts things a little more in perspective for her, of what turf and territories are going to be like back in LA. She reaches into the pocket of her skirt and makes sure her knife is there and is in reaching distance. Once she's sure it is, she goes to cut the fill up short, and puts the pump back in place.
Just so she can try to relax him a little, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself in for a quick kiss. They pull apart and go to get on the bike, and it's while they're doing that another car slowly drives by. They drive past the station, but don't make it far, then apply the brakes and move into reverse. Tires squeal as they zoom back, and Chrissy doesn't need to be told to hold on tight. She grabs hold of him like her life depends on it.]
Get us out of here, okay?
[Her fear that the guys in that car are meat grinders and will kill them all over again overrides any other feeling she may have. It's time to get the hell out of town, fast.]
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Just so she can try to relax him a little, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pulls herself in for a quick kiss. They pull apart and go to get on the bike, and it's while they're doing that another car slowly drives by. They drive past the station, but don't make it far, then apply the brakes and move into reverse. Tires squeal as they zoom back, and Chrissy doesn't need to be told to hold on tight. She grabs hold of him like her life depends on it.]
Get us out of here, okay?
[Her fear that the guys in that car are meat grinders and will kill them all over again overrides any other feeling she may have. It's time to get the hell out of town, fast.]