Becky turns the ignition, the bike roaring like a wounded beast, loud and full of aggression, she guns the engine, pulling out of the lockup like a stone from a slingshot. She rides it incredibly fast through the city streets, though she never even comes close to an accident, riding to an abandoned gas station just outside the city with a diner, also disused. she stops, turning off the engine and pushing the stop down. Hopping off and heading inside to put the coffee on, allowing her wings some freedom as she sits down. "I like it here, it's... quiet. I remember this place when the area was first inhabited by Europeans... I had a small hut where the restrooms are... another place to come for peace."