"You're welcome, it, wow. All it needs is a little paint and it'll be in tip top shape, huh?" They had really done that. Hadn't they? Heather moved closer to the speeder, and ran her hands over it almost lovingly. Like it was a pet, or something. It was a pity that all her stuff from Ridgeway hadn't come, she could have powdercoated it.
"I'm..." she made a face. Denial was not a river in Egypt. "I'm alright. Distractions are mother's milk, right?" After all she could be worse. Much much worse. She gave him a rather big grin. "How're you? And how does that feel? Does it scream freedom?" She couldn't help herself when it came to other people. Helping them was easier than solving her own problems.