Kevin was just going to have to trust Zara when she assured him that two of them would fit on her bike. He wasn't exactly familiar with motorcycles, since his vehicular experience extended to cramming as many people as possible into a four-door Hi-Lux and then going as fast as the poor thing could manage so that it wouldn't set off any anti-tank mines. But those were stories for another time, so for the moment he put his trust in the vampire and took a look at her backpack. She seemed to think that if he could hold onto both of their bags, they would have no trouble going places on her dirt bike. After a moment, he nodded, "I think I can manage." It would probably take some finagling, but the contractor was pretty sure they could figure it out.

Now, since they'd worked past their differences, it looked like it was time to get to know one another. He chuckled as she suggested he looked military, and shrugged. "Contractor, actually." he waved his hands up and down like he was weighing something, "Well, ex-contractor. Worked for GoldGate Assurance. They signed me as soon as I was old enough to legally scribble my name on a piece of paper..." the introduction to his story was interrupted by directions to coffee, and the man wasted no time in getting some for himself, continuing to speak as he prepared his delicious, caffeinated nectar. "I did everything from guarding banks and armoured cars, to firing machine guns and rockets from the back of a moving pick-up. And this was back when it was really bad. Back when vampires were really tearing into the uninfected population. Crazy stuff. Then the layoffs started. The machines stabilized things, and suddenly the world didn't need an army of private soldiers to defend its citizens. All my buddies got cut. Some tried to start their own, competing businesses, but it never worked out. I used my experience, and the brand I'd worked for, and I took whatever work I could get. Being an errand-boy isn't so bad. It's almost like being an operator again, some days. And other days it's nice to be able to just walk down to the post office and pick up someone's mail instead of getting shot at..." of course, there were a couple of times he'd gotten shot at while picking up the mail, but again, those were stories for later.

"I'm not convinced you really want to hear all that, though." Kevin added as he realized he was starting to ramble, "Instead, how about we talk about how interesting you are?" with a name like "Zara" this woman had to be interesting. And if it got him a story about how awesome her chest was, even better. The only thing he didn't like, was the fact that he didn't have much to stare at right now. She was turned away from him to work on her bike, and sitting on what had to be a fine rear end, leaving him viewless, but slightly more caffeinated. He supposed the universe did have to balance itself somehow...