[Since they weren't about to use the motorcycle inside a quaint little house, Makima has found herself wandering the party quite independent from her partner. She's got her goodbyes to say, needs to loom ominously one last time, has to delicately dodge that whole weird screaming guy situation whatever that's about. But finally the sun is starting to rise. So here she is. The overcoat is still strewn with gashes, so she's folded up the small undamaged core of the fabric to form a satchel around the few meaningful items to take with her. She walks up to Kira and his statue - it'll add color to a certain room of her apartment, she can say that - and his stand (she does smell it but not see it yet. In her own world she will, she thinks) and does not sit down next to him.]
Well? Does my baby have a full tank? It'll probably be morning when we arrive.
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Well? Does my baby have a full tank? It'll probably be morning when we arrive.
[Makima will make him hit the ground running.]