There's a flustered, frustrated look there and she drops a hand off the wheel-controller to sock him in the arm. She doesn't put much force into it, because it's more to express her butthurt than it is to actually hurt him, but since she's the Slayer and hasn't figured out her own strength and because I rolled a 31 check it hurts a lot more than it's meant to. She doesn't notice.

"No," she challenged stubbornly. "I just think this track looks prettier. And, if it happens to help in the taking it slow while I figure out the controls department, well, that's just a bonus."