It's been... a long time since she's had anyone looking out for her. The lab had been horrifying, stressful, and awful, but the thing that had gotten to her the most had been the loneliness. The knowledge that there wasn't a single person there who saw her as anything other than a science experiment to study or a tool to be used, and that anything she was used for was done without a shred of concern about her well-being beyond making sure she continued to be useful to them. 

So when Logan says he can promise to get her something better, the look she gives him is a little surprised, and she stares at him a little too long, like she's trying to determine if she's imagining everything about this. 

It feels like it. It feels surreal.

She swallows the instinct to tell him he doesn't have to worry about that, that she can take care of herself, because, clearly, she can't. It's why she's stuck on the side of the road and just lucky that the first person to come along hadn't been someone with the intention of robbing her blind.

Her mouth twitches as she watches him, over her shoulder, remove something from the tailpipe. The fact that he seems to think it'll solve the problem is really all the confidence she needs to try to start the bike up again, and, this time, when it revs, it's not quickly followed by the sound of something rattling before it dies. "Well, I'm feeling like I should have been able to figure that out on my own." But the sense of relief she has that the bike's working again is enough to stifle any embarrassment. 

"Are you... heading to..." It takes her a second to remember the name of the city she'd been told about. "Panorama?"