Olive nodded, accepting Galen’s advice, or trying to; though she was sure she was failing at it. But his instructions were the only ones she was getting, so she tried her best. A few breaths later she had to admit things were marginally better in her head.
When Galen clicked his seatbelt off the sound made her follow suit. She reached for her own button and released the belt. She didn’t realize how contained she felt with it on until after it was no longer there, pressing against her. Freed, and not liking the feeling, she panicked a bit and couldn’t shake the feeling that being let loose inside the car was a bad thing. Trembling hands grasped at the handle to her door and she pulled on it.
But the door wouldn’t budge. She tried again, same result. Giving into a need to work out some of the building up energy, she tugged, and tugged on that handle, letting a small bit of insanity take over as she got the same results over and over again.