It's not the same as being out in the country, where Raven can really let the bike loose and break any and all speed limits. She likes the feeling of the wind in her hair, the rumble of the bike underneath her, the way the trees move past her almost in a blur. In the streets it's not quite the same, but she still pushes the limit a little, still drives probably a little faster than she should, weaving through traffic easily.

It's not Zero-G, but it's the closest thing she has in this place to that kind of thrill. She's about halfway home when she passes a bakery and decides that she could definitely use a coffee and something sweet, and she cuts across traffic and pulls sharply into the driveway after a split second's decision.

When she stops, there's a woman watching her, and Raven does a double take. She's more than a foot taller than Raven easily, gold hair and eyes like Raven's never seen. She grins as she takes her helmet off, swinging her good leg over the bike and cutting the ignition. "Thanks," she answers, giving the bike a fond look before she turns back to the woman in front of her. "You should see her when she really gets going."