As he makes each adjustment, she makes a mental note; she'll remember. The hard part was going to be holding it steady. She could probably do far longer than the average Joe off the street, but while she was trained for endurance, this was excersizing a different set of muscles.

And then having to think about all the things that bother her, well ... that's no small, inconsequential list. She frowns slightly, looking over at him at the request, but then takes a breath and closes her eyes.

She is absolutely going to do this quietly because heaven forbid Genji find out what a mess she was.

People who don't signal changing lanes. Weak tea. Men who make a big deal about opening the door first. Best to start out small, she figures, working through some minor pet-peeves before she tackles some of the meatier issues.