Shula didn't offer any words for the man, wrapping her arm around him tighter and laying her head down on his back. She could hardly see the lights moving now, the wind sipping in her face and making tears sting her eyes. It was as if she were flying. She could feel Faelan's relief and exileration flow into her and she had to admit that it was a refreshing feeling. A change from the heaviness and bitter emotions she had felt.<br/><br/>It seemed like no time at all and they were at the facility. The bike putted along now, being parked in a secluded area. Shula's curiousness grew and she had to wonder if she was being influenced by Faelan's own noseyness. That or they were more alike then she thought... the woman frowned, expelling the thoughts from her head. She had begun to become more careful in thinking freely or too loudly. It was grating to have to remind herself that her thoughts weren't entirely private anymore.<br/><br/>Faelan was quite the read for her; his thoughts were fairly quiet but she did notice that the more he drank the looser his thoughts became. She concentrated, trying to see if she could hear what he was thinking now.