With good reason. If I wasn't, I wouldn't be me. [The night air's too cold to weather at high speeds; she's shivering through the thin fabric of her shirt (and she suspects, even with her coat draped about Helena's shoulders that her friend is doing the same) though Helena sitting just in front means her core-- the center of her chest-- isn't exposed to anything that'll lead to hypothermia just yet. If she keeps at it, easy on the thicker snow banks, they should be fine.]
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What on earth happened back there?