Had Kaisa known that his poor victims were dead somewhere, she might have felt like the worst person possible, but for now she was quite content thinking that they were passed out somewhere trying to recover from low blood pressure or something. It was more fun to see the shiver that ran over Drifter.
Walking out was different than walking in. She stood closer to Jeremiah and didn't really try to hide herself as much as coming in. And when he sat on the bike, she slid behind him, her hands going around like he'd told her when they'd first gotten on.
Sliding her hand to his hardness, Kaisa caught the drift and began to run over it slowly, not doing anything but over the cloth of his jeans so she didn't break his concentration. She'd rather not end up being street pizza.