there was also a species of shame on bill 's face . she pulled her jacket on and lifted her helmet , pausing to look at him . his violent urge goaded him to whisk her to safety and pound the hell out of his `` friend . '' i nodded , taking his drenched shirt and pressing it against my head . she stopped in front of the roll-up door and hit the horn . they were going faster than a hundred miles per hour . the two strangers did n't speak again until they reached a door . 