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[raptorcanaria]

Dinah comes up from the garage, wiping grease off her hands onto a rag, which she leaves with the bar in exchange for an egg cream. It's not really a fair trade.

She's dressed for shop work: hair pulled back from her face, dirty jeans and a Green Lantern T-shirt that's stained from where she's wiped her hands as she went.

Go on, ask her if she can recite the oath.

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[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. "Whatcha got?"

[raptorcanaria]

Dinah takes a couple of seconds looking up and down for likely candidates, then starts up, away from him, with a purposeful stride.

Without looking back at him or slowing up, she asks, "how do you feel about ninja?"

[boston_bruiser]

"How do I feel about ninja? Miss, I am ninja."

In not so many words: yes.

[raptorcanaria]

"Really? I had you down as more of a pirate."

Regardless, she's drawn up by a third generation Kawasaki Ninja.

"Alright, meet your new best friend. She's yours, now. And I'm going to expect you to take care of her."

Which means Dinah can add motorcycle care lessons to what she's going to have to impart.

But she's not looking after another man's bike for him.

[boston_bruiser]

"Call me a hybrid. A pinja."

He crouches down next to the bike, scratching his beard as he looks over its workings.

"So. Just like that, huh? No paperwork, no nothin'?"

[raptorcanaria]

"Well, if someone comes in and says that's really his bike and hand it over, I guess you can fight it out," she says. "But as far as I can tell, no one lays claim to anything in here very much. And that's a criminal waste."

[boston_bruiser]

Voodoo nods. "Ain't it just."



He stands up, his hands in his pockets. "Okay. I'll take it."

[raptorcanaria]

"Alright," Dinah says, and her face breaks into a much wider grin.

"Let's get started."