Chris made a displeased aggravated sound but got on the bike warming it up gently and then nodded his head signaling her to follow him. It seemed he would have to do things her way for the time being as she didn't trust him as of yet. Soon there bikes moved along the wet ground the air moving with speed and fluid motions the vehicle was indeed crafted well. It seemed its owner knew something about mechanics but now so much in the department of gritting your teeth and baring with  the world around you and not lashing out. But whatever it was her way so let her deal with it her way, right? Finally the bike halted to a smooth stop a few feet from the crime scene it was already crawling with normal cops and pedestrians some normal and not so normal. there unique scents filling the air with delicate flavors all different from there dull counterparts. A body laid in the middle of the scene her body covered by a tarp, the rain forming it to her shape making the scene all the more grisly. Chris motioned for Meya to walk with him to covey the scene, his notepad as he waited for her to look around as he gave her added information.