Motoko looked down at the barely-perturbed butler through the tinted windshield. Glared, really, with her feet embedded in the deep divots they'd punched into the ruined car's hood. No, this car was done running, for a while.
She kneels, and yes, Bruce, she can see you. Do you remember these red eyes? Fingers covered in skin that could turn a knife punch through the shatterproof safety glass and pull. It comes off in a single, crackling piece and ends up on the cement just in front of the car.
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She kneels, and yes, Bruce, she can see you. Do you remember these red eyes? Fingers covered in skin that could turn a knife punch through the shatterproof safety glass and pull. It comes off in a single, crackling piece and ends up on the cement just in front of the car.