Damon grit his teeth, inwardly fuming over his inability to control the car. It was a frustrating thing, to have so much control over his own body, and still be subject to the randomness of the weather and automobile traction.
"Fine," he said, looking over at Elena. She looked shaken, but there was no sign of blood, or any other serious injury. At least his reflexes had been able to keep her from getting seriously hurt.