Natasha takes to the ride easily, moving with him through the turns, enjoying the open highway. At least at this time of night, they don't have to compete with a lot of other traffic. She can just enjoy the speed and the sense of freedom and motion that's been missing from her life late. She seems comfortable enough riding behind him.

She chuckles at his description, both because of his choice of description and because he remembered her request that he tell her what it was like during the day. It had been as much an off the cuff comment as anything—something to get him talking about what he clearly enjoyed.

"It's definitely a long way from Kansas."

She leans back a bit as she says it, looking up at the stars, visible away from the city lights.

"This is nice though. Peaceful."