Pathfinder went more than a little red at the compliment, and then sighed.  "Barefoot?  On my bike, you must be joking..."  The Mirage was a racing bike.  Anything went wrong there and...well, admittedly, her shoes wouldn't do a whole lot against the damage.  The elf held on while they traveled to Redmond.  Soon enough, they were there, and they had a job to do - the Sons of Sauron.