Though she heard General Fury's question, as murky and distant as it was, Bobbi wasn't entirely sure how to answer. They had taken off too quickly and Bobbi was so sure she could drive them out of any little old problem, if not have to abort just as quickly, that it never occurred to her to take the same safety measures as the good General. That thought alone was so hysterically funny that Bobbi tried to laugh, but it came out a compressed wheeze that sounded more like a hiccup or sob and depressed her profoundly. So much for that.
She was thrown, first, against Fury's shoulder as she tried to spin them into a halt that achieved little to nothing before she was thrown by the explosion against her window, imploding as it was at the same time, head cracked and lacerated. How she ended up crumpled upside-down and examining the floorboards was less clear to her, but Bobbi was sure she would work it out eventually. The car was upside-down! See, got it. Still, her eyes watered with how dizzy that made her and a frustrating inability to do anything to right the situation, no matter how hard to tried to move her limbs, her muscles all locked down in a frozen panic that her brain could not agree with. He was getting away! Move! He just blew up my car!