Well, at least for now, her expression had turned into one of intense concentration. She backed up and backed up, over and over again, like she was there was a riddle that could only be solved by doing it.
If Prompto had given her a place to aim to, she began by trying to head there, but eventually summarily ignored it in favor of turning the wheel in various directions and seeing what happened--
Until at last something fell into place and her face cleared. "The pivot point." And then she went forward again, her braking still rough and uneven but getting better, and maneuvered into whatever spot she'd been originally told to aim for. It was far from perfect, of course. She miscalculated a bit and overshot, hadn't really internalized using the mirrors, but the theory was there and the rest was a matter of practice.
At this point, reverse was probably Liliana's favorite part of driving.
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If Prompto had given her a place to aim to, she began by trying to head there, but eventually summarily ignored it in favor of turning the wheel in various directions and seeing what happened--
Until at last something fell into place and her face cleared. "The pivot point." And then she went forward again, her braking still rough and uneven but getting better, and maneuvered into whatever spot she'd been originally told to aim for. It was far from perfect, of course. She miscalculated a bit and overshot, hadn't really internalized using the mirrors, but the theory was there and the rest was a matter of practice.
At this point, reverse was probably Liliana's favorite part of driving.