“Oh I have plenty questions.” Sam said, her voice noticeably unsteady. Without warning she turned the gun barrel over in a quick snap, pointing it at the mystery woman’s thigh. A gunshot there wouldn’t kill her, nor would she likely wreck. Her most likely impulse would be to clench her thigh muscles and maybe push her ankle and foot downward. If anything it would just cause her to hit the accelerator harder, and currently, “too fast” was an inapplicable phrase.

“First I want your real name,” Sam demanded, her voice steadier but still on edge,”second I want to know why I’m with you? And most importantly, why are the police after me with a warrant to my name?”
Sam gripped the gun tightly, her right index finger resting loosely on the trigger while her left hand gripped just short of the barrel.