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The uplifting of the motorcycle had been a resounding success. "...You can let go of my hand now." Raze had barely even felt her touch, light as it was, save for a strange sensation that he thought he had felt before; he could not place where, however. Of course, it could have just been his arms acting up from the strain, though he felt oddly better for this to be the reason. Regardless, he dismissed the entire situation, his mind occupied by the prospect of leaving.

Raze took to inspecting the vehicle, though not having any mechanical ability, he could only guess as to it's condition. Whether it worked or it didn't, he'd have to try it and see. And so, he leaned over the bike and prepared to try the ignition, before looking over at his little helper, "I'm told crossing your fingers helps." Upon restoring his gaze, he looked through the keyhole, and made what could only be described as some sort of winking gesture. Miraculously, the bike roared to life, and with only an intermittent sputter or two. "Must be my lucky day..." Promptly following that sarcastic comment, Raze swung a leg over his bike, and took his rightful seat.

"Your throne, Mistress." Gesturing towards the rearward seating space of the motorcycle, he failed to notice that, a moment ago, his arms could not have accomplished such movement.

"Green haired? Oh, yeah, well... he's not coming today. He's busy." He had almost forgotten about Jack, and now had the misfortune of being reminded. "But, you're absolutely right. I am a stranger to you. So, you can call me Ethan, and then we won't be strangers anymore." Suddenly finding himself talking as if he was trying to ensnare a child for some sinister purpose, Raze was once again left to wonder what kind of life this girl had been living.

"As for the helmet, you can have mine. Your mom won't have any reason to worry about you now, will she?" Hesitantly removing what had kept him safe through not one, but two crashes, his face was revealed to her. His eyes, however, were to be kept unseen by the darkest of shades.

Offering her his helmet, he was now all too aware that a passing glance could mean trouble.

"Home, Erin, where else?" With a throttle of the bike, Raze pantomimed lowering the blast shield of his helmet. Before he could take off, however, he noticed that not all was as it should be. Reaching back and grabbing his passenger's hands, he placed them around his waist, with a warning, "Hold on tight."

And, without further ado, the vehicle finally speeded off once again, dutiful as it had ever been.