"Neat," she repeated precisely, understanding. "Yes."

Reinette watched Jack manage the odd belt and was able to mimic him easily enough, bringing it about her tightly. It was bracing, but not in an unwelcome way. She was a woman accustomed to corsets after all.

She did not hold on, of course. She was not the sort to so that Reinette was not completely prepared for the swift manner in which Jack navigated his way to the road. It was nothing like London. Not remotely.

It was like she was driving her curricle at home. Only this, of course, was Jack. But beneath the speed and the wind there was no denying that delicate dance on the edge on control.

Reinette recognized it, and pushing her hair back from her face she laughed.