[h2][center][b][color=magenta]Alese Piety[/color][/b][/center][/h2]

Alese smirked a bit without looking up, relieved that Mingfan had decided to at least consider a different perspective. For the cost versus what the girl wanted, it would have been easier to just [i]buy another bike[/i], but such was the case with many customers. She often wondered how the augmentors and chrome doctors felt when the modjocks and stasisbrains came calling with similar demands, but then the thought of their gruesome work gave her a chill and she shook the thought away with a shiver.    

“[color=magenta]When we’re through you won’t even want that stuff any more.[/color]” She said confidently and snaked a cable up into an unseen port behind the bike’s impressive hybrid battery system, feeling with her fingertips as she reached through for area that would have normally taken an additional twenty to thirty minutes just to uncover. Having small arms and hands was a big advantage sometimes, particularly when those appendages helped pay the bills.  “[color=magenta]...the ‘spinny things’.[/color]” She repeated teasingly with a flare of her eyebrows at Mingfan. She drew her arm back out having collected some accumulated grime and grease on her sleeve. It wasn’t bad though, Mingfan clearly wasn’t a daily rider and Alese brushed it away to look at a small handheld displaying several of the machine’s vitals: Mileage, Net tracker, gyro health and the latest oil sample data- all pretty standard. Just out of curiosity, she looked at the log for G-Forces encountered and the readouts were equally as pedestrian, like a rocket ship that had just been pushed around the launchpad. Simple transportation, A to B. [i][color=magenta]We’ll fix that.[/color][/i] She thought with a sly grin and glanced over at her bike, waiting patiently like a loyal pet. She felt her urge to ride building again, pushing away the thoughts of Friday night.

“[color=magenta]The lot out by the old Crashball stadium is the best place…[/color]” Alese answered with a shrug and wiped her hands as the drone finished up with the oil. She watched it closely, but it was performing exactly as intended, floating and moving on her afterthoughts. It was real progress, though she was still hesitant to arm it with anything that could be lethal. “[color=magenta]It can be kind of a rough crowd sometimes, but if you can ride, they’ll generally leave you alone. Lot of Demonio [i]leadheads[/i] and [i]sleepers[/i], but they got better things to do than shake us down.[/color]” She said, using the common slang referring to the cheap and heavy mods common among the numerous gang members and their drug-addled junkie class. “[color=magenta]It’ll be fun and we can ride down to Jigen’s afterwards.[/color]” She gave Mingfan an appraising glance of her outfit though. “[color=magenta]Just make sure you wear some pants… and preferably some sleeves too, get some sliders if you don’t have any.[/color]”    

[@Kumbaris]