Amy stood infront of HAWT with an amused smile on her face, her right eyebrow raised ever so slightly (HAH. Sammy still couldn't do it, despite an hours coaching...) don't say much do you? she said, still grinning. Well, Amy said a lot, very quickly and often rather garbled so she couldn't particualry talk. Or rather, she could talk. Talk faaar too much.

Was the drawback of being a Samson who was friends with a mad Starr and ate a lot of pizza, you stopped caring about the garbage that was spooling from your lips. Still, that was life. She didn't reeeallly believe him being cool with the ride, so maybe she'd have to jump on another stranger. The problem was, she LOVED rollercoasters. The more terrifying the better. Hence why she went on every ride at a theme park, no matter how long it took to que. It just meant you spent the day queing, but it was all worth it for those two minutes of sheer screaming joy and pleasure that, if you did it anywhere else, people would stare. If you didn't scream on a rollercoaster, it was weird

Amy Samson, she nodded, her facing breaking out into a mega watt grin. Seemed she'd gotten over her omg-I'm-gonna-say-something-stupid. Or maybe she'd just accepted that was life..it's nice to meet you Shannon

Don't say its a girls name...