"Okay." She’s practically breathless, and grinning, as she turns back toward
the shoulder of the road. This slag has got her reeling! She’s never met anyone
who affected her this way before. He’s just scary enough to be real, but not
quite so scary as to send her running. She stumbles and almost flops on her face 
just reaching down to pick up her small backpack. Good thing she’s been
traveling light. She’s feeling way too muzzy to even want to deal with
much luggage. She slings the pack from one shoulder, the Fuchi-6 from the other, 
and turns back to the chopper man.