"You are such a butt, you know that? Debby Downer." She was going to continually come up with names to describe his totally winning personality. "Grumpy Gil." She said, before she laughed and softly hit his shoulder. "Why wouldn't you share a trophy with me? I'm not good enough to share with?" She asked, challenging him again, but this time not in a physical way. She was challenging him to admit that yes, she was good enough. Because he couldn't beat her, he had to see that, right?
She shook her head. "I've heard of Superman, but I've never watched anything. I mean I guess I've seen that in passing but I didn't immediately think of it because, well, I don't care much about Superman." Or Batman. Or Spiderman. She wasn't into comics, really. Video games? Sure. But comic book series? Not nearly as much. She had never gotten to read and enjoy those kinds of things when she was young, and she certainly as a small hyper female did not spend her time in movie theaters, and not for comic movies she wouldn't understand, either.
Lance demonstrated what he meant by the whole thing, though. She was suddenly lifted into his arms with amazing ease and she threw her arms around his neck in dramatic fashion, mostly because she was starting to feel a little nervous once more. "Yes, safe. Safety first." Why didn't he have a seat belt or something? Planes have seat belts. After a moment. "Oh shut up you know you like it." She smirked.