The last thing that Reno really expected was to have books thrown at him.

So when it clocked him a good one in the forehead, bumping his goggles askew and leaving a solid red welt above his eye, all he could really manage to do was stare at her stupidly.

"Ow?"

The rest would sink in, there. Give it a moment.

"You just threw a book at my head."

No, really. A moment more.

...

"They caught me on radio, didn't they?"