Zara smirked at Kevin's suggestion for a little bet. She wasn't really the betting woman. Her risks were taken in an entirely different manner. But 10 credits was still 10 credits. Problem was that she didn't have even that much left any more. "I'm a little short on money, but tell you what. I just found just over half a pack of cigarettes before you arrived. How about I put those as my bet instead?" A new pack was 15 credits, give or take, so it had about the same worth. And since he smoked as well, but seemed to not have any on them, he would probably take the bet that way. And she would still have a pack with only 1 taken out left to keep her busy for the next few days. "I'm hoping we'll find a raider before the drugged up nutters though..." Even if he did manage the shot, she might lose some cigarettes. But in turn she'd have an easy decent tasting meal. So this bet was basically win-win for her.

Once the man was sitting and ready, Zara clapped her hands three times, at which point the garage doors started to open on their own. It was a little program she had installed in the base's systems herself. And this way she didn't have to get off of her bike when she wanted to go out. The command only worked from the inside though. The outside worked on the standard voice recognition, hacked to recognize her voice. At first Zara decided to accelerate slowly. Kevin was clearly not that used to sitting on a bike, and people could get thrown off very easily if they weren't prepared for the G-forces wanting to throw them backwards. Her cyber eye didn't have something like grid coordinates. But she knew the general direction. And if she was unsure there was a man sitting right behind her that could point her into the right direction again.