Johanna rolls her eyes. She can't be doing with kindness.

"Don't get your stink on my stuff." That's rich, given how much she reeks herself. She bends to grab her duffel, hesitates a moment, still bent over, before she musters the strength to heave it onto her back. Without so much as another glance at Mako, Johanna pushes past her to sit on the back of the bike. She has no idea how to drive it, but she doesn't seem like she's going to be shaking this weirdo any time soon.

"Where're your digs, sap?"