Belle pulled her gaze away from the cars when he instructed her to, looking up at him. 'Easy to redirect', it had been written in her chart.
He was worried, too. She didn't feel so alone, so abnormal. She crouched down, trying to stay below the hood of the truck. Speed was important too, so she rushed to Bill's side, nearly bumping into him.
She was holding her breath, she realized, ready for something dreadful to happen at any second. She reached into the truck, trying to scramble up onto the seat without lifting her head above the dashboard.