I fell back against the seat when Gwarguy shouted and Axeka swerved. I let out a shout and instinctively covered my head with my arms when the bomb exploded behind us; I guess being virtually raised in an army base can do a guy some good.
I relaxed when we escaped the war zone, at least until Gwarguy turned on the radio. I leaned forward when I heard my own voice and my eyebrows scrunched together. "...the heck? Not only do I sound really nasally on the radio, but since when did any universe hire fifteen-year-old newscasters? Especially in Toronto?" I wasn't too concerned about the war crimes bit, I had almost anticipated it, but me working as a newscaster in Toronto? Now that was just screwing with the laws of space right there. I liked how I had ended it with "see ya later", though.