"Dotting the frigging i's for sure!" Bobbi snapped and clawed her seat belt off as the van lurched and bucked under the attack. "Computer! Agent Morse! Defensive shielding and release offensive countermeasures." The car's computer chirped and complied with unlocking the armaments. She grabbed for her bag and some guns before kicking the busted window out of the way. "I thought New York had crappy driving! This is the West Coast, guys!"