<div class="floatleft">(http://www.infinitelibraries.com/images/Ailis.png)</div><br/>Ailis chuckled, watching Ranna's exit, only half-listening to the technician listing off items. She repeated a few of them back to him, double-checking, then nodded. "Alright, go on with ye - looks good from here. Ye know where to find us if something goes pear-shaped." She checked her list again, then tucked the 'pad into a pocket. "This oughta be good..."<br/><br/>Even accounting for the delay of convincing a recalcitrant bike to work - as designed, not as it liked - Ailis made good time, enjoying the wind, the half-familiar sounds and smells of Harlech City. Coming up on the Coolant Leak, she slowed, counting vehicles.<em>One Ranna.. not sure who that is, two Dragoons </em>... "Somebody start th' party without me? Ach, s'what I get for being late." Ailis muttered under her breath as she stowed her bike and stretched, hands absently checking the sheath at her back, smoothing the leather over her hips and legs before unzipping her jacket and wandering in, humming under her breath as she scanned the crowd, then headed for the bar.