Chloe filed the tetchiness for later use before straddling the cycle. "But saying 'pillion' with my accent sounds stupid... Hold tight and watch the wings... You do not want to be behind me if you activate my span reflex..." she rode a little while before parking up outside an abandoned diner. She slipped in and put sonera coffee on, wasting no time freeing her clawed feet and wings. "So much better... I'm glad we had this opportunity... I mean... I ain't got bo personal beef with you... No reason for us not to he civilised, right?" she smiled again with a sideways blink of her eyes. "Please... Call me Chlo."