[Okay, he'll give her two points for effort. Seventeen walked a bit closer to her and brushed the straps off her fingers. He then lifted her chin up lightly to get a better view. While he does all this, he doesn't think twice about personal space.] Man, you're hopeless. Hold still.

[He began to overlap the strap and tugged it lightly under Karla's chin. After that was done, Seventeen flicked Karla's helmet where her forehead would be, just above the visor.] If it's too loose, just tighten it from under your chin.

[He began to walk back to the motorcycle again and waited for her.] Don't try to choke yourself with it.