Rogue smirked, "You know we're going to be in for hell when we get back, right? Scott is picky about that bike of his." It wasn't going to stop her from joining Gambit, maybe it made it part of the fun in the end. Scott needed to loosen up and it felt like stealing his bike was the best way to get him to be something other than calm, collected, and overly responsible.
"Ah thought you weren't going to let me drive?" she questioned, "Because Ah ain't kissing you, shugah. You know I cahn't." But why was she questioning it? Making a face she went to straddle one leg over the back and seat herself, not caring for a helmet. It would take getting hit by a semi and slammed into a brick wall to cause her any real damage. Thank you, Carol Danvers.
The bike roared to life with a twist of the ignition, "Sterling Forest it is then. Hold tight, shugah, speed limits are just for people who don't know what they're doing."