"Yeah, none on me either," she said, pushing the woman into a sitting position in the back of her van now that her bike was just outside the door, climbing in and laying atop her, head on a breast, hand on the woman's finely chiseled abs. "Better than two high-speed collisions, rolling vehicles, and losing everything.  None of it my fragging fault by the way."<br/><br/>She popped the beer open, took a sip, paused, and shrugged and sipped some more.  Well, it wasn't real beer - a rarity if only for the ingredients - but hey, it could have been worse.  And Shocky's abs made for a decent table.<br/><br/>"Glad your job paid decent nuyen by the way," she commented, nuzzling the woman a little in their spot. "My particular field requires a<em>lot</em>of expenses.  Not everyone will have their own vehicle for me to jack into, and my bike is somewhat lacking in plasteel plating between me and oncoming fire."<br/><br/>She wasn't sure what it was, but Harper had found big, strong ork men, women, and futas - and a troll once, long story - to be quite comforting to lay with.  And play with the muscles of; Harper would have to pay boatloads for muscles like that... but unlike her naturally-strong friends, she would have many LIFETIMES to accumulate the wealth to do so...<br/><br/>"Love your abs, by the way.  Did I say that already?"