The wind has now become wild upon Nura's hair. It will probably look like a fluffed up kitten's fur once the car stops, but Nura doesn't care about vanity at the moment. She's too wrapped up in the here and now, with Ben, music, the car, and wind wafting through her hair.

She reaches down towards the dials to the MP3 player and turns up the volume a little, then sits back, and lets the lyrics and the beat wash over her.

"Is there a speed limit for how fast this vehicle can go?" Her eyes glint mischievously.