The muscular biker - not bad to look at, apart from the scar in his face, grinned. "Yes, I do" he burst out and patted his lap, inviting her to sit down even as the AR menu popped up for their private music. Around him his pals howled and cheered, and shook beer bottles. Up close the man had a musky smell, with traces of smoke, gasoline and a hint of gunpowder. Not unpleasant.