[notDEADyet]

It had been too long since she'd been on a bike. As recklessly as she liked to live she always picked four wheels over two. Her personal driver wasn't bad at what he did, it didn't keep her from clinging tightly to him.

It would be just her luck that she die in some horrific crash before the war even started. The drive did give her plenty of time to get her thoughts together. She had been somewhat ill prepared, it would be important to fake it. It wasn't likely, she knew, that she would fool anyone. It was worth a shot.

When she got off the bike she thought her legs might give out. She covered a laugh, hardly getting a chance to look around before a question was directed at her, "Hm?" She turned and raised her brows until she could see who was speakin. "Oh. Yeah, well, he's good company." So, keeping him around wasn't normal. Awesome. "You can't say the same?"