Quintus should have known, even after their brief association, that sarcasm and a facetious light touch would not pierce Molly's road insanity. Not that he had much room to judge considering how he was in a firefight or playing dice, but she could call him a hypocrite all she wanted after they lived through this. Quintus held on for dear life, nearly tipping out of the vehicle as it lurched, grateful he had the frame of mind to hold onto his rifle. 

With a yank from his muscled left arm, he pulled himself back into the cab and flipped the safety on the blaster so it didn't erupt with superheated plasma inside the truck. "If I were to get you drunk before the next time you drive, would that mellow you out enough to drive safely?" He asked her, but he knew it would only make her cackle more loudly. Something spun out of the traffic in front of them and cracked the right side of the windshield, Quintus didn't have time to ponder what. Instead, he saw Molly swerve to the left, attempting to slam into Cho like a swinging hammer. The truck skidded, and Quintus saw that as usual, reality continued to ruin his life. To help out little miss self preservation, he grabbed the wheel and pushed it with her, lending his strength to hers so the truck was forced to obey. 

"Cho's about to go." He promised. 

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I add one stress to my character and let Penny add a +d6 to her roll
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