He was not prepared for her to hit the break and flew forth from the bike, his form landing with a slam. He hit a parked cars bumper with his back and helmet. He lay still his form sore as hell, and here and there were gashes, his hand was on the hood of the car, his shoulder dislocated. He groaned as he moved, slowly, to reset it, against the bumper, with a sickening sound. He just lay there for a good time on his back.<br/><br/>" Are you Nat?"