<strong>"The hell happened? What are these things?"</strong>He set the gun's safety, and slid it into a pocket. He wasn't exactly dressed for this, he was dressed for traveling. His shoes were a pair that were easily slipped on and off for airport security and he was surprised he hadn't lost them in the run. He hopped onto the back of the bike, not used to riding such a thing, much less in his current seat and without a helmet. He wrapped his arms as inoffensively around her as he could to hold on, and prayed fervently to anyone that could listen.<strong>"Nick. And thanks again."</strong>