"Nah, I don't mind," she replied easily, tossing the helmet at the woman. "Besides, can't be having any cases of spontaneous human combustion on my watch. Shit, the paperwork alone would be a nightmare. Plus, in times like these, ladies need to stick together. Hop on."
Jane threw a leg over the bike, knocked the kickstand up with the heel of her boot, and turned the key. Lately, it seemed like too many of Jane's days on the job ended in a feeling of ineffectual frustration. Too much crime and too little she and her colleagues could do to try and stop it. How long had it been since she'd been able to help someone, really help someone that so clearly needed it? Maybe she needed to pick this girl up and drop her off at the registration depot just as much as the girl needed to get there.
"I'm Sergeant Rusten, by the way," Jane said, her voice carrying over the revving of the engine. "Jane."