Subtle teasing was definitely not Maxine's preferred conversational skill. Little firebrand probably had way more a handle on that sort of thing. Maxine's own adolescence had put far more emphasis on a good handle of her bike and a mean right hook. Maybe it was time to see if she put her feet down. How comfy she was when she got cornered.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"For you."</span>Maxine responded calmly, picking out a lane. Two cars, unremarkable and plain were almost at the light. Roughly same speed, but that'd change in a few seconds.<span style="color: #FF0000">"Ever been to any races? Used to ride all the time, street or dirt. Keeps you fed good if you got the timing for it. Like this."<br/></span><br/>She poured on the acceleration, swerving sharply toward the rapidly shrinking gap as the first car stopped at the light. In the top right, she registered the change to yellow, then red. Half a breath and they'd passed the second by close enough to touch it. A sharp drift and another touch of power and they'd made the light and the turn fast enough no one would have seen the license plate.<br/><br/>Pft, like Maxine kept a plate. SPEAR might as well try and fit her into a suit.