And now she must make a decision. Possibly, these police want her to stop for something as trivial as speeding. They may know nothing more than that, but they will swiftly realize the truck is stolen, even if they’re just hick backwoods cops or corporate zonies. She could ignore them, go on driving, but more two-legs would come and they would force a confrontation. She could abandon the truck and run, but that would cost her time, and every passing instant is a rising fury threatening to supplant rational thinking with instinct’s most savage urgings. She can no more afford the inevitable costs of instinct than the loss of more time. She really has only one option.