Get your fingers off my face! - she almost yelled at Logan, accenting every word with a poke in his cheek. - You don't want to get them broken, don't you?
She shaked her head and took a sip. Oh, he was really asking for a proper beating. She smiled. If he'll keep insisting, why not?
Flora listened to Logan's "speech" about flying the light fighters and shaked her head again.
Honestly, I don't understand your fascination with speed. Yeah, there's adrenaline, there's danger, there is some kind of pride after winning the race, but... - she stops for a moment. - For me it lacks something. For me, my... "job" is a lot more entertaining than racing. I don't know why. Maybe that's because every participant of my everyday tea party is... deadly serious? - she takes another sip and appears to be lost in her thoughts.