"Wait what're you...."
The blazer was over her shoulders before she could finish her protest. She let out a sigh. "Fine. Thanks, Jawline." she grumbled, her cheeks reddening slightly before she opened the driver side and folded herself double under the dash.
After a slight struggle and a curse, the cover panel clipped loose from the dash, revealing the brain of the speeder beneath it.
"Dang." Del said, her voice muffled from underneath the dash.
She curled herself out to look at Jon where he was lazing on the backseat. "I swear you got bad joojoo, Kovacs. Everything keeps going wrong around you." she joked before crawling out properly to sit up straight, hair slightly static from lying on the floor of the speeder.
She clambered over the front seats to flop down alongside him on the back one.
"We ain't speeding anywhere in this hunk of junk.....motherboard's fried. So you might as well just get out and push." she said, reclining against the backrest while looking almost up at Jon where he was sitting looking like a Lost Boy. "You doing all right there, Soldier?" she asked him, trying to contain a chuckle while she tugged at his candy pink shirt in jest. "You look like you gonna fall over any moment."
Not that it was unlikely, considering his low alcohol tolerance.
