Jill just looks at you..her face abit quizzical.  She then looks out the window..at the biker..and then back at you. "I.. didn't understand that.. I..your words.. are confusing.." she looks alittle lost.  "He looks like..well..mean..you know.  I don't think I'd want to talk to him..let alone... umm..whatever you said.." she pauses.."What does it mean?..fuck?"<br/><br/>Outside the stores seem alittle dingier.. there are even some .. street rat-type people.. dirtyier clothing.. rough around the edges.. here.  The car turns and ducks into an underground parking lot.  The lot is mostly empty.. the vechicles in here alot older..less sleek and more dinged up.  It chimes and comes to a stop, lowering to the ground.<br/><br/>"Let's not stay long..but.." Jill looks at you.. "If I was to dress you..like I think you'd like..There is a shop upstairs.."<br/><br/>She indicates where the doorhandle is... and waits..evidently there is only one door on this vehicle.