"If I do I'll make sure ta aim it at ya lap," he said flatly, shaking his head and hooking his hand on the harness at his shoulder. He wasn't nervous per se but he risked enough crazy shit in his day to day life, did they really need to go on rickety metal rides to prove their luck against Death?
The ride began to pick up speed and he grimaced, his face stony and eyes locked forward. Find a focal point on the horizon... stare it down. Beside him he heard her gasp in delight and looked over, and his lips twitched, breaking that cold facade. He couldn't begrudge her; she was still young.