"Sure, two people easily fit on it. And all I have to do is tighten the suspension a little more, and not drive too fast, and things will be fine. The problem is our backpacks. Think you can carry two of 'em?" She asked, not worried about anything. She had carried quite a few heavy things on it in the past as well, and it was still going strong. Okay, not as strong as back then, but nothing some tinkering couldn't fix. "My bag's pretty small anyway."

She walked over to the bike, sitting down beside it, and picking up her tools again. "So...we'll be stuck together for a while it seems. Tell me about yourself. Like, you kind of look like a military guy, but at the same time your gear seems a bit worn as well. Freelancer maybe?" Zara had dealt with all kinds of people in the past years. Sometimes her regular clients would send freelancers or bounty hunters to her to buy some information. Though this guy looked different from anyone she had dealt with. "By the way, there's coffee on the desk over there. Help yourself." She may not trust him much yet. But there was no reason to be hostile either. It just meant that she would be on her guard and keep her gun within reach at all times.