"Tch."

"Well, I like you."

"Thanks, I guess."

"No problem."

She continues running in silence for a while.

"There's more machine outposts. You wanna dodge them or take them out?"

"Probably better to dodge them for now, until I've had a chance to talk to the king... If we need to, we can hit them on the way out - and if they're at all rational about security, the king's gonna be toughest, so it's best for me to be fresh for that."

"Boring way it is."

"That's one way to put it."

"I call it like I see it."

"A good trait to have."

A2 smirks as she jukes up the trunk of a fallen tree to jump over a muddy puddle.

The jump gets another little giggle out of her.

"Feel like you want me to be more acrobatic."

"Wouldn't object!"

"Make sure you're holding on, yeah?"

She can lock her automail arm in place around A2's torso! And wrap her legs a bit better.

A2 begins practically bouncing through the forest, ricocheting off tree trunks and flipping over hillocks, sliding beneath branches and gliding through patches of dense brush.

They seem to be covering ground more quickly, if anything, with all these extra flourishes.

This gets shrieks of laughter out of her passenger!

Fuck yeah we're having fun.

She keeps this up for about fifteen minutes before slowing back to the relatively sedate pace she was keeping previously (which is still a breakneck sprint by any human standard).

Fifteen minutes is about right for a duration - Bellona takes the opportunity to stretch out a building cramp in her flesh hand. 

"Still back there?"

"Yep - just not made to sit still very long."

"Shoulda asked to stop to beat up some machines, then."

"Gentle stretching's fine."

"That sounds boring."