[ More and more, as of late, Hana finds herself leaning into most anything just as she leans with every swerve and movement of her mech when she's piloting it. Just as she's leaned into the motions of Jason and his motorcycle. Everything else about her life is regimented, planned, and decided for her, and so she takes any chance to simply go with the flow whenever she can. Jason, she finds, affords her more of these sorts of moments than most anyone else, but she doesn't expect anything out of him in return. She's not so oblivious to think that there isn't any sort of attraction between them - if neither of them were to act on that attraction, then that's simply how it needs to be. They're both adults with responsibilities and the But if he were to lean in— she would, too.
Though speaking of leaning in, she wraps her arms around Jason once more, pressing herself to him when the announcer begins their countdown. She merely gives an affirmative hum to his reminder. Right now, she only needs to look like some woman who's along for a joyride - which, she is, but she doesn't need to have her hand poised on her light gun just yet. Not for another two miles, as per his instruction, except... ]
What's that in metric?
[ Just kidding. She can convert between measuring systems easily by now. Occasional forays New Mexico with Overwatch, among other places, has demanded that of her.
In any case, her grip around him tightens as the race begins, unfazed by the rapid acceleration Jason puts them through. It won't take long, at this speed, to reach the point at which she needs to start picking people off. ]
Alright, let's do this.
[ She pulls an arm away to reach into her jacket and pull out her light gun, then moves her other arm to grab ahold of Jason's shoulder to give herself a little more room to maneuver. She twists around and gives the closest racer on their trail a little wave with her armed gun before she points it at them and shoots. She's not shooting to kill, necessarily, but she's shooting with the intention to them dismount them from their vehicles and if things go wrong for them in the process, at the speeds they're all going, well, that's that. ]
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Though speaking of leaning in, she wraps her arms around Jason once more, pressing herself to him when the announcer begins their countdown. She merely gives an affirmative hum to his reminder. Right now, she only needs to look like some woman who's along for a joyride - which, she is, but she doesn't need to have her hand poised on her light gun just yet. Not for another two miles, as per his instruction, except... ]
What's that in metric?
[ Just kidding. She can convert between measuring systems easily by now. Occasional forays New Mexico with Overwatch, among other places, has demanded that of her.
In any case, her grip around him tightens as the race begins, unfazed by the rapid acceleration Jason puts them through. It won't take long, at this speed, to reach the point at which she needs to start picking people off. ]
Alright, let's do this.
[ She pulls an arm away to reach into her jacket and pull out her light gun, then moves her other arm to grab ahold of Jason's shoulder to give herself a little more room to maneuver. She twists around and gives the closest racer on their trail a little wave with her armed gun before she points it at them and shoots. She's not shooting to kill, necessarily, but she's shooting with the intention to them dismount them from their vehicles and if things go wrong for them in the process, at the speeds
they're all going, well, that's that. ]