The jolting of the car jerked Ribbon out of her stupor, and she turned to look out the back window. "Ah, geez, we're being shot at. Hope that guy in the trunk's alright." Ribbon banged on the partition seperating the trunk from the seats. "Hey, get up and return fire. Make a beautiful pattern of bullets or something, that ought'a hold her off."
It struck Ribbon that the trunk may be locked. "Listen, Jacky, you're pretty nimble, right? You're gonna have to crawl out the car and open the trunk up. That girl's probably gonna kill us otherwise."