Haley drumed her fingers on the handles on her guns. "I like how she told us to follow her, but then just took. I mean it's not like we have bikes or anything." Off to the side, the whole Dayman/Stratus/Leske thing happened. "Oh. Well, of course he has a motocycle." She seemed to be continuously balanced on a knife edge these days, constantly teetering between absolute amusement and complete disgust. Most of that directed at the Dayman. Maybe she needed to loosen up? No. Being relaxed would get her killed.<br/><br/>Or something.<br/><br/>"Alright...jeez, I know I'm going to regret this, but...Dayman, would you produce some motocycles for the rest of us, so we can follow the Storm Riders?"