Trixy took a deep drag off of the cigarette once it was lit. The smoke felt warm and spicy in her throat and lungs, had she been human she was sure that the foreign entity would have made her cough, but vampires didn't need to breathe. She followed after him towards the garage, making sure to check out her surroundings and get a definite feel for the place. There was very little grass in the compound, mostly pavement, cement, and patches of reddish dirt that dusted up in the breezes. 

Trixy released the puff of smoke in her lungs and watched the wind carry it away before she spoke "A motorcycle? I'm interested, I left mine back at my place in New Orleans." She began to shrug off her own leather jacket that was long enough in the back that it nearly dragged along the ground. "I could care to lose my own jacket as well." she smiled with a little laugh "You know, let my arms see that bright sun." 

Underneath her jacket, she wore a dark grey tank top that exposed her midriff slightly, along with the dual glocks strapped to her hips and tucked into black skinny jeans. Her arms were as milky pale as her face but showed signs of strict work out regiment, as they were toned but still feminine.