No rest for the wicked. But the chuckle is a decided victory. Ver smirks to herself when she's free to get back to the running. With her head tilted slightly toward Jim, it would be easy to assume she's listening. But really, she's plotting. She matches Jim's pace until Samus starts to advance again. "I like stories."

Then she plants one foot firmly in the sand and throws her weight into a roundhouse kick that sweeps through the space behind her Samus was occupying a moment ago. Will it connect? Probably not the way she was hoping.