"Okay, but you gotta promise not to tell me it's a lost cause." Mostly because she thinks she's going to have to pay the loan back on the thing whether it ever starts again or not, not because she's actually expecting him to be able to make that promise.

It's strange to have him there, though it's strange to be around anyone for her still, but she wants to seem less rattled than she actually feels. It seems better to cover it up with concern over the bike than to blurt out literally anything from the last handful of years.

Rogue moves back to it, swinging a leg over the seat and settling in before getting it started up. The engine sounds like it's just fine, roaring to life, and, for a second, she thinks figures, that it's going to be just fine after all. Then it suddenly starts to rattle before sputtering out again. "Maybe I can sell it for parts and get something new."

Or get used to walking.