<strong>Franny Stein</strong><br/><br/>The construct boldly drapes her arm around Becky's shoulders as they head away from the stairs - just as some of the teachers are starting to file in to get ready for home room. They give the pair odd looks and one even asks them where they're going, but Franny just flips him off and keeps walking. As they arrive at the garage she spies that bike and lets out an appreciative whistle, "Oh man, I'm in love! Hey, can I date your bike instead?" She grins and pulls away, strolling up to the motorcycle and crouching down, getting a good look at it. "Oh man, I wanna take this thing apart and put it back together again! I bet I could get the eyes to shoot fire. Maybe the wings too if you don't mind payin' for lotsa gas." Rising, she snaps out of her reverie to answer the question with a shake of her head. "Not really. Worse case scenario, you gotta sew me back together." Fran hops on behind Becky, arms sliding around her waist, the golem pressing in close from behind. She presses her cheek against Becky's lightly and grins, "C'mon, baby, let's ride!"