Astrid frowned slightly while looking at Wolf. She pondered how to answer the question, running her her left hand through her mess of raven hair, subconsciously working her fingers through a tangle. [color=808080]"Uhhh...."[/color] She drew a blank before puffing out both of her cheeks and admitting, [color=808080]"No. Not really. If I had any of the sort, I wouldn't have came to you."[/color] Crossing her arms, she added lamely, [color=808080]"I don't like asking people for help..."[/color]

Never one to be deterred, she clapped a hand onto Wolf's shoulder, [color=808080]"I assume the brute force attempt counts as 'too big' of disturbance?"[/color] In an instant Astrid shifted, her skin becoming a whirling pool of quicksilver. [color=808080]"Then... I don't suppose you could add a motorcycle to the freight manifest?"[/color]

The Scottish woman's form whirled before rising up slightly, like a mini tsunami, crashing down onto the bike, engulfing it in a wash of silver liquid. Then, in half a second, her form stabilized the bike, its engine letting out a low drone as the turbine started up. [color=808080]"You might also need to cause a distraction so no one notices a bike driving itself onto the elevator." [/color]