[There's a lot bordering on impossible these days, so much that it's treading into the territory of commonplace. Much of it weighs heavily in Verso's chest, but perhaps surprising no one, he's not one to comment on it beyond the somewhat airy way it's addressed in conversation with Sciel.

But first: the motorcycle.]

Oh, I don't know. It seemed faster than the rest. Smaller, and therefore easier to fix if anything went wrong? It's been treating me decently enough in the past few days, at least.

[And there's her answer: he's been here for a few days at least.]