"Bike?" Drake asked. He looked back out to the lake where it could barely be seen under the surface, much closer to the shore than she had flown. Drake began wading into the water to his chest, which for any man would be clear over their head, and fished the machine out, its noise halting as he lifted it onto his shoulder. Coming back to shore, he set it down and water poured from it, dripping from the smooth metal.<br/><br/>Drake was intrigued. It resembled something to be ridden, like a horse, but it was not alive. It had wheels like a carriage, but made of something he had never seen before. Poking the front tire with a claw, he found the texture different than what he had expected, and realized it felt like it was full of air.<br/><br/>"What is this machine?" he said, marveling at it as he stood. He returned to the fire and sat on a log, then stoked the fire with his bare hand again to liven it up, giving more heat to his soaked friend, "I know not where you came from, lass, but you were lucky we were around. My companion is seeing to your friend. Are you sure you are alright?"