"Ma'am, you'll be her a<em>lot</em>longer than that, trust me." she says, winking as she moves and plops her tits on the woman's head, easy to do with the height differential between her and the older dwarven woman "Now because I like you - and you've yet to fuck me over in the one way I<em>don't</em>like getting fucked, we'll talk numbers later.  Just make sure I always get a pillow to sleep with..."<br/><br/>She leaned in close and whispered, with a grin...<br/><br/>"Even you, my dwarven friend!" she said, before backing up and waving as she turned to leave as quickly as she'd come in "Now see y'all later, I'm off to pick a fight and piss off Lone Stars SWAT or FRT, whichever one of them is there when I show up.  Keep watching the news; you just might catch a<em>mysterious</em>elf on a motorbike in a high-speed chase with her tits hanging out!"<br/><br/>Honestly she was hoping for SWAT; more dangerous with guns, more likely to have drone support, but they didn't do as well on the road.  Considering it was the Barrens that made it more likely, unless the Sarariman had something with DocWagon and Lone Star for FRT response services.  Then things might get nasty, more with the FRT with DocWagon, which was good; the only people more scary than Lone Star FRT, SWAT, or Knight Errant in general was a DocWagon HRT meatwagon after a paid client.<br/><br/>On her bike, helmet on - safety first! - and she made sure she was good and strapped in,  since she was about to jump into her bike.  It wasn't often you heard about smart people rigging bikes, 'cause, well, 'staying on your bike' was an issue.  That and riggers tended to have an affinity for staying inside a nice armored cocoon.  Well, considering that her<em>body</em>with the armor she wore was already kinda like that... so Harper pulled out the U-Cable and plugged it into her bike, 1x1 DNI right into it, and with but a thought after she'd strapped her arm in...<br/><br/>Oh it was like an old dress she'd not worn in years!  All the space, the sensors, the... the<em>everything</em>!  She could feel the humidity ratings, the ambient radiation, see, hear, and smell just as good or better than in her meatspace body... and after she initiated her onboard Weapon Personality, she even had a close friend: a headless Dullahan - old Irish fairytail character or something - named Celty who was always dressed in a black motorcycle leather outfit with a cat-eared helmet on her head in bright yellow.  Apparently she was from some old Japanese anime or something, but she was a highly recommended one for fans of Combat Biking, and even moreso for the rare Bike-Rigger like she.<br/><br/>She started her wheels off at a pavement-blistering burnout speed, taking off down the road like a shot.  Speed limits, hah!  She was<em>trying</em>to get attention!  She'd have to jump back to the meatspace when she got close; she had a scene to make!