Sydni was no expert on cars, but there were cars that she thought were totally sexy. Mustangs were one of them. Jags could be hot, and so could 'vettes. Startled that he was so interested in her idea, she grappled to find the right words for a moment. "Oh... What excites me? Um, the power. The simple power. They're so... effortless in their movements."
Surprised at the intensity of his gaze, Sydni grew silent for a moment. Inspire him? Now that was a demand she really wanted to fulfill. It was tough - she'd never been an inspiration to anyone. How many times had she tried to convince someone of the beauty of her favorite creature and failed? But then, you couldn't convince someone who had already decided. Clearing her throat, and breaking eye contact for a moment, she took a minute to gather her thoughts. "Well, like, with the power, they're able to come in and tear a hunk of horsemeat off a hook as simply as if they were grabbing a cookie out of a jar. It's like, there's no sudden rush, it just happens. All very... streamlined. And silent. I mean, it's underwater, so yeah, but there's that cocoon of silence that keeps all distractions out of the experience."
Shifting to sit up so she could really talk to Charlie, she crossed her legs yoga-style, and held his gaze, definitely more comfortable with her words, were now streaming out, nearly as fast as she could think them. "And strength - they have like natural armor. And their bite can crush, well - even with a shark suit on, divers get injured. Crushed bones." Ok, maybe that wasn't a great thing to tell him; he did worry about her as it was. But she wasn't really thinking about that. "And the really fast sharks, like makos and great whites, are symmetrical - the top and bottom of their tails are nearly perfectly matched. It's what makes them fast." Pausing for breath, and more ideas, she gave Charlie a few seconds to respond. A few, before she would continue on.