She pretended to ignore the grin, never mind she was trying and failing to keep her own grin from showing.
"Okay. Main roads are going to be fucked." No sense in trying to sugarcoat it. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, thinking. Ygritte had memorized every back road and side street to and from work because sitting in traffic turned her into the redheaded rage monster.
"All right. I think I've got it." When she peeled out of the driveway it was as if she was racing in her very own version of the Indy 500 and scary as it was one thing was very clear.