The answer that Chuck is about to give gets cut off, at first, by the way she speeds down the hill, something he can hardly find fault with. If anything, he suspects he'd be driving the same way if he were the one in control of the bike. As it is, he just keeps hold of her, grinning to himself for the rush of it. He hasn't felt this good, he thinks, in a while.

"Yeah, I could go for a beer," he says, pleased at the suggestion. "Definitely."