Well, that answered the question of whether he'd gotten control of them yet. She was grateful for him covering his eyes so quickly- the reflection off the inside of the windshield would have been distracting at best.

"You said you could turn them off!"

Sorry, Wheats. She'd be more sympathetic if they weren't in mid-car chase.

A quick look in the rearview mirror showed that they were gaining some breathing room. As she swung the car too fast around the corner, she hoped dearly for two things: One, that there weren't any pedestrians, and two, that Stinky would lose track of them.