She jumped when she heard the engine of the motorcycle rev as he rolled up to her, her eyes wide with both momentary panic, and confusion. She walked up, her eyes scanning the machine as she walked around it, nearly completely ignoring Carson for the moment as he addressed the guards that sat at the top of the gate. She reached her hand out, placing it against the seat and raising her eyebrows at the vibration, glancing back to Carson. “What is this thing?” She called over the engine, tilting her head.<br/><br/>She took the scarf and goggles he handed her, securing both in their place. She pulled on the second strap of her backpack, taking a deep breath, walking back towards him. She carefully climbed onto the seat, scooting close to him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She was scared, but she’d never seen something like this before, it made her a little nervous, but she was more just curios. She cleared her throat, giving him a nod once she felt secure. When he revved the engine again, letting go of the brake, her arms tightened around him. She held him tighter than she thought she could, looking behind her as the gates to the place she called home faded from view. Malia turned her attention back forwards, tucking her face against the back of his shoulder to try and shield herself from at least some of the wind.<br/><br/>She couldn’t help but say she actually grew to enjoy it. Once the sheer speed and the whipping wind was pushed past, she looked out to the far scenery, a small smile on her face, the weight on her shoulders temporarily forgotten.