Re: Rhiannon + Bethany + Open
Bethany blinked for a second, not sure if the dark haired woman was talking to her. Despite the fact that there was definitely no one behind her, Bethany turned to look back towards her apartment. She was also trying to figure how how she knew what she did. It wasn't like on her mission where they wore the black name tags.Oh for Pete's sake... you work in a public library.
Shaking her head imperceptively and taking a step towards the woman, she took the helmet in her hands and turned it around. It was soaking wet, with snow, maybe sweat, so the germophobic part of her was screaming at her to hand it back. The homesick, nostalgic part of her that remembered that helmets were strictly optional for her family back home - as in she was the only one who would wear one - really wanted to feel the slick tube and smell the exhaust.
It was the latter that won out - and she was going to have to shower after this anyway - so she pulled the helmet on and grinned at the other woman.