Spook let her ratty top drop carelessly to the ground and quickly mounted up behind Cat, excessively pleased with herself. The best she'd hoped for was killing some time and maybe running an errand for a quick cred; being allowed to join in on whatever fun Mary and her crew were heading toward was a whole new level. She'd ridden backseat on bikes before, but never one as custom as this, and not since she'd gotten her latest work done. Her arms wrapped securely around Cat's waist, pressing her chest into the woman's back, figuring it'd be a lot easier to match the driver's weight distribution up close, leaning when she leaned. If Cat had any personal space issues she'd have to deal, unlikely as that was.<br/><br/>"The name's Spook by the way," she shouted over the roaring engines of the bikes, and the wind whipping past them. If she managed to impress the gang and live to tell about it, a nice bonus would be keeping her current nick rather than the new one they'd thought up. "Whose asses are we going to kick? It might help to know which guys I'm supposed to be shooting at before we meet 'em."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>