[the smile on her face is the kind of smile she doesn't really do, honestly. her smiles are all grins and smirks and shitty lopsided looks, but this is just a smile. something easy and relaxed. a little vulnerable, maybe. she trusts him enough to let him see it.]

You think you could keep up with me? [she says, teasing. but:] We can do that here.

[a beat.] I'm going to try to get Satan to let me and Harrow go somewhere else, you know. If we win.