Indeed, the need to get the hell out of there was still incredibly strong. Bolting would have been the easy way out. It would mean going back to regular Nike, rather than this slightly-head-over-heels Nike she was becoming. She side-eyed their hands, feeling very nervous and uncertain about all of this. Nike was a fighter, a punisher, a doer of Zeus' will. This here was completely foreign to her. "So... did we just officially become... a couple? Like boyfriend and girlfriend?" She had never, ever done this before.