Leaning forward on the petrol tank, Raven pulled her visor up and looked at the 'people' around her with suspicion. The sort of suspicion that someone gave when they were weighing up whether to take a shot gun or a machetti on a casual evening out.<br/><br/>She leaned back on her seat.<br/>"You want me to stay here?"<br/>Her manner had changed from Raven wanting a beer in a biker bar, to the mean biker bitch, who would rip your balls off and stuff them down your throat for breathing in her direction.