Montresor smiled at her fairly successful attempt at a compliment as he opened the passenger side door for her. "I hold onto it for practicality, since sometimes I need more room than my Yoshida has to offer, and some people just plain hate riding on the back of a sport bike," he explained, refusing to show any affection for the four-wheeler even if he secretly sometimes liked how much more comfortable and reliable it was than his other transport. He didn't want to weaken the rock star image he believed he had in front of her, after all. Once she was in the car, he took the wheel and started driving them back toward the city, where the restaurant he was taking her to waited. "So what do you drive, then, or do you go around with a limo and everything?"<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Moon shrugged and smiled at the vote of confidence. Ever since his encounter with Jillian and the aid he had undeservedly received, he was actually feeling slightly more hopeful about his upcoming matches. "Yeah, if I can keep Big Al at least mostly repaired for my upcoming matches, I may be able to land a sponsor this time around," he agreed. "It's, uh, kind of embarrassing, but...if I do win some, I actually owe it to another pilot, Jillian Ashfeld. She's offered to help me get some decent maintenance done on my weapon." He did feel it was a little shameful to be accepting help from a competitor, but acting like any victories would be all his doing, even in front of a man he had just met, would be an awful lie in his opinion.