[Totally joining and you cannot stop me because it's opennnnnn. Plus I love you both.]
Well, she couldn't say she didn't try to get there in a timely fashion. Rory just had the one up on her because he could poof in and out at will. She had to run. But she ran like a truck. Thanks, daddy.
In the distance of the jungle the pair might have heard the rumble of her motorcycle. It was a loud, tasteful purr that cut off when she reached the edge where the bike could no longer travel. After getting off and checking her backpack--it was filled with supplies in case the woman was injured or naked--was secure upon her shoulders she plunged into the forest. The voices came to her soon enough and she pulled up in their vicinity with a bright grin on her face, blonde hair chalk dyed at the tips with rainbow colors as usual.
"I heard my name? Sorry I'm late." Her gaze flicked over Rory and she gave him a smile as if they were old friends, then looked to Piper and sized her up for any injury.