Raven rolled her eyes. "You haven't seen me move."

With pep in her step, she made sure to stay in front of him, ponytail swinging. It'd only been a few days since she arrived in the rundown town, but she felt like she was walking amongst the stars again. With two good legs, she knew she could run circles around Jess Brightwell. And if she couldn't, she wouldn't let him stop running until she was kicking up a storm around him.

He might have longer legs and have more experience using both of them while she'd been crippled by a wandering bullet, but she's Raven Reyes. That old, familiar confidence wrapped its arms around her again, and she found that cockiness she often exuded was no longer simply put on for show.

Turning around, Raven stopped short. Frowning, she asked, "What the hell's a snail?"