One last look back was spared to S'Hraa from the angelic gunslinger, her hand still trying to force her hat to sit as firmly on her head as she could make it so it wouldn't be removed by the speak of travel. 

[color=00aeef]"If you get into trouble, send up a flare even if it's just an illusion. We'll come back as fast as Endre can manage without killing us!"
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Despite the grimness of the thought, she actually flashes the alchemist and the silent Zim a grin before she turns her attention back to holding on for dear life. She'd ridden in vehicles since travelling with others, but the bike? She'd stayed away from that till now. Hell, she used to travel on foot when she wandered on her own! 

His advice given is certainly taken and she grips onto the larger figure of the Tiefling as she speaks over the rumbling of the engine. [color=00aeef]"Just let me know if you're going to do something crazy. I need at least one hand to shoot, but I'll need both not to get thrown off this...thing."[/color]

The woman could engage a dozen bandits in a gunfight without blinking, but riding on the back of the motorbike? That was far more nerve-wracking!