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Faith and Anita walk through the front doors together, both looking...really quite pleased with themselves. Faith's dressed in her catsuit, carrying her motorcycle under her arm, twirling a stake in her fingers, and she tosses off a salute as she and Anita part company, heading for her suite.

A few minutes later, she re-emerges, sans motorcycle but still dressed in the clingy leather, and heads for the bar.

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"So are you showing off or do you have some professional reason for wearing this?"

Because honestly, sometimes Trinity does just want to wear a sweater and pants. And--gasp--a skirt on occasion!

"Little of both? I was on a motorcycle this morning," Faith says, with a shrug. "This just works better."

"A motorcycle?" She perks up. "Is it here?"

"Yeah, she's in my room," Faith says. "Good bike. Black. Shiny."

"Where'd you get it from?"

"Dealership. My world."

She nods. "I'd love to have a bike in the real world, but that'd be kind of odd, you know. Here we are with all this modern technology and I have a motorcycle. It's kind of low-tech if you ask me."

Faith shrugs.

"May be low-tech, but it's cool. And fun. And I'm not too inclined to care how things look, as you might have noticed."

"Well, the other problem is, a motorcycle might remind people too much of the Matrix. Some people have a hard time adjusting to the real world after the Matrix."

"Oh. Yeah, I can see that, I guess," Faith says. "I mean, I would, I bet."

"You can't say for sure. There are people who've had excellent lives in the Matrix who had no problems adjusting to the real world, and people who've had terrible lives in the Matrix who do have problems. It really depends on how much the person's rejected the program. Some people are too attached. Leaving the Matrix could kill them no matter how carefully we try to remove them."

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