Raven can appreciate anyone who can appreciate her bike, even if they're intimidatingly tall and gorgeous. She has to tilt her head a little to look her in the eye, and she'd been like an idiot except that she's dealt with worse.

Even if she isn't a mechanic, even if she doesn't know her way around the bike at all, she's clearly interested. That's enough to spur Raven on, and she smiles back, running her hand over the handlebars fondly. "Well, I am a mechanic, and I can tell you for sure that she's a beauty." She flashes her a grin. If the grease stains on her jeans and her hands weren't indication enough of what she does, she's sure the way she feels about her motorcycle is. Raven's gotten to get her hands dirty with all kinds of vehicles since arriving in Darrow, but she reserves a special fondness for this one.

"She was left to me," she explains. "When my old boss disappeared." She doesn't know if this woman is a local or another one who was transported here, but by the look of her, Raven is betting on the latter. Finding out that people could just disappear like that at all had been a shock, and now Raven counts herself lucky every day when she wakes up and Lincoln, Clarke and Bellamy are still answering their phones.