"Yeah, I can't tell you how many monsters attacked that thing. Mold demons even ate the whole interior, but still the thing kept going. Had to have lots of repairs, but it always came puttering back." Until the last time, that year that everything changed. But there was no reason to talk about that. Harry's death and Chichen Itza still gave her nightmares.
"Well, that's a good thing, then, because I'm not really into younger men. I find men with experience far more interesting than little boys. Not a cougar here." She rolled her eyes a bit, thinking of the men she'd been with. Yeah, all older. She didn't even want to know how old Kincaid was. Some things you were better off not knowing. Like what exactly he was.
She took the helmet and fastened it with expert ease, then climbed on behind him.