Something rumbles it's way toward the Millennium Falcon, motor kicking every now and again with a sudden shift of gears. It's all well and good to walk to Han's ship but that's a half hour's walk and her bike is so, so much faster.
Not the All-American Harley type bikes Cap prefers, but a sleek black Asian crotch rocket that goes like a bullet and is nearly as loud.
She pulls up right underneath the ship and swivels and hops off of it, standing it up before she trots up the ramp, assuming Han hasn't come out to see what all the hubbub is about.
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Date: 2016-04-30 08:16 pm (UTC)Not the All-American Harley type bikes Cap prefers, but a sleek black Asian crotch rocket that goes like a bullet and is nearly as loud.
She pulls up right underneath the ship and swivels and hops off of it, standing it up before she trots up the ramp, assuming Han hasn't come out to see what all the hubbub is about.
"Alright, I'm here."