On her way back to the garage, Frankie noticed Wiggy in the kitchen, rooting through the cupboards. The tomboyish mechanic popped into the kitchen doorway to watch her, waiting a moment before speaking up. "I think there's some pasta in the cabinet to your left, if you really want to cook something." She had a particular soft spot for the technician. They often worked together, using their combined expertise to get the bikes running as fast as mechanically possible. Frankie respected the other woman's skill and expertise, even if her reticence and cautious nature was foreign to Frankie's own approach to life.<br/><br/>Frankie walked up next to the other woman, pulling out the package of pasta from the cupboard and handing it to her. She smiled her rakish smile as her hand lingered a little longer than necessary in the other girl's. "You want some help? I already ate, but I've got some time if you want the company."