Zinda was running through every turn and throttle movement in her head, anywhere she could have shaved even just tenths of seconds off of her own run. She had not tied with him. These cocky flyboys these days couldn't fly worth a damn.
No, something had gone terribly, terribly wrong, she'd decided. In fact she was about to go grab a tool box and go after his plane to check everything.
But his words and movements hit her and she showed up in front of him in two large steps, putting her hand none too gently on his chest to push him back a bit and keep him from leaving. "The hell we are!" She said pointing a finger at him. "The hell we are sayin' that. Are you crazy or just blind? 'Cause you know that ain't true. I don't know how you pulled that off, but it was obviously a fluke."
She took her hands off of him but stared him down, completely not cowed. "Obviously, I did." It had been damned near flawless.