A suplex isn't a gun to your head, so I'm picking it as a net positive.

[This has gone so fucking south, but she can't stop now, so there's more things they have in common. She's got one hand over his middle, and is trying to use the other to stop him from kicking, but it's not like he's literally a child and she's only so good at carrying heavy things on her own.]

I'll let you go when you promise not to die at top speed. Until then, we're gonna go find someplace to hang out.

[where??? She doesn't have a fucking clue.]