Finding Home

[Aadibah]

The soldier felt weight and pressure on her wrist, the arm that was clenching the motorcycle seat remaining firmly in its position. Despite the man putting his body into trying to drag Aadibah along like some kind of Japanese cartoon character, and she had to put a leg out to prevent the bike from tipping over. Calmly, her hand slipped out of the grip while dismounting.

"I'm not against it." The voice had a chill in it, daggers replacing eyes as she shot Connor a look. "I was deployed in Beirut for a while, I think that's where I acquired the taste for it."

Aadibah then strolled into the bar, seemingly taller than she had been before, her shoulders held low, her back ram-rod straight.