"...Jacobs," she swore, peeling her hands off the wheel. "Hang on a second so I can keep Braig and the car you're headed to in view?" Just in case?

This involved getting out of the car, shaking the adrenaline out, and leaning on the hood so she had a clear line of sight. "Sorry for the rude awakening," she offered to Braig through the glass. "I owe you an apology drink later?"