Olive paused while pushing a hand through her hair. She’d always thought until this moment that that gesture was a bit clichéd. Why did people run their hands through their hair when something terrible happened? Whether it was social conditioning or not, she found herself doing it, and only stopped when Galen brought up how he would handle the situation back in his universe.
It was an understatement to say that the look on her face just then was the most horrified she’d looked all evening. She shook her head before finding the right words to speak. “No, no,” and she lowered her voice so the officer wouldn’t hear it at all, “killing anyone. We just… wait here, he’ll ask us what happened, we get tickets, god, probably a court date with a traffic judge, a severe verbal reprimand, they call a tow truck and my car will be delivered to the impound lot, and… I’m not sure how we’ll get home…” She was thinking a mile a minute now and it was hard to stop. “Just, no lightsabers, okay?”