Zara smirked, shaking her head. "I guess I'll pass for now. If this company really does plan to pay out I would give them the wrong idea if I ate you right away. Plus, you look like you have some training. I'd rather take my chances against someone that doesn't know how to fight, as long as I can make that choice." She vaguely remembered having eaten one of those drugged up nutters before, and that they tasted rather stringy and didn't have much meat on them, but it would have to do for now. "Druggies it is...though I'm not making a habit of eating those. You could compare it to eating old, dry bread opposed to fresh bread with butter." She shrugged, then made quick work of her coffee as well.

The woman then walked to her bike and sat on it. After putting in the keys and fiddling with the choke a little, pressed the start button. The first two times it didn't start. But then finally, under some protest, it started up the third time. "Guess my tinkering paid off." She spoke, excited that she had managed to fix the damn thing again even with her minimum experience. "Now, some ground rules for the passenger seat. First, hands around the waist only. Secondly, more for safety reasons, trying anything fishy while we're riding can easily result in us crashing. And thirdly, keep talking to the times when we're riding more slowly. Not because I don't want to chat, but because I won't be able to hear you anyway. Wind rushing past you and the engine and all that." Back before Zara got infected she had crashed with a passenger once. Something she'd rather not do again. As that was where she had gotten her cybernetic eye. Or rather, lost her biological one. "And that's about it. You'll have to tell me where to go obviously, as I have no clue where this company is. Considering you said it will take a week or two on foot, in another city I presume."