If I do, I'll take it out on your hide, pet.

[She rolls down the passenger side window but simply waits. Irene will admit the other driver is far less skilled, though perhaps he simply didn't have the same motivation, as their pursuing car skips up on the curb, then back down. There's a motion in the other car as the the passenger rolls down his window, and a hand appears, holding a pistol.

Irene leans out her own window before they can fire off a shot and pulls the trigger twice.

Her shots go wide.]