Prompt: The Mako
"Bumpy" didn't begin to cover it.
Garrus huddled in his seat, trying to assume the most stable position possible. Behind him, Wrex was grunting on every jump, muttering about the Tomkah's independent suspension every now and then.
He glanced at Shepard, whose features were frozen in expression he interpreted as half concentration, half stubbornness.
He thought she was joking when she said she was not a good driver.
She looked back at him, her green eyes on the verge of panic.
"I told you, you should be driving!", she yelled.
Garrus nodded, his breakfast riding up his throat.