The Rider's bike can go a whole lot faster than any normal mostorcycle. Once get gets some momentum going, the city goes by below them in a blur.
He doesn't stop until they're well outside the city, though he lets the flames die down, pushing the Rider back in his mind. Aside from her lack of a helmet, they don't look all that out of place pulling into a little dive bar he knows several miles beyond city limits.
"Alright, you can breathe again. Let's get you bandaged up, and find out who those guys were. We can grab a drink while we're at it."
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