Despite her earlier trepidation...and gods be damned if Kyle or anyone else found out, fear, Giselle actually managed to relax as the bike took off like a bat from the Abyssal Plane of torment and chaos.  She enjoyed the ride for all intents and purposes, and if asked she'd gladly admit it though she didn't plan to make a habit out of it as Kyle explained how the machine ran.  It made sense now that she had his words to go on for how the fuel generally worked, though she figured it was a bit more than simply the fuel powering the thing, and the warrior would have been right again.  Still, engineering standpoints and all that aside, the woman smiled as the wind rushed past her face and whipped her long silver gray locks out behind her as they soared across the town and to their destination.<br/><br/>When they stopped, Giselle easily and fluidly removed herself from the Harley in one elegant move, displaying unintentionally her grace and agility as a warrior trained as she took her spot next to the man as they approached the house just as the police did.  She noticed a foul stench in the air, one that she didn't recognize, and commented on it.  "What's the smell that's in the air?  Smells like something hot was discharged recently, like a flaming arrow only many times hotter and...different besides."  Smoke was obvious to her nostrils, but the smell of gunpowder and other ingredients used in weapons much like the one Kyle had told her about was unfamiliar to her as she wandered onward, hoping they weren't about to walk into a grisly scene of some sort, though the smell of death wasn't in the air...or she just wasn't picking it up.  Either way, her nerves were on edge.