Private Finished Pursuing A Truth

Alma opened her mouth once again to speak, but found she had no words to say. Confusion gave way to exhaustion. She had no more courage to blurt out what was on her mind; mostly because she had too many thoughts at once. Still hugging herself and leaning uncomfortably against the wall once again, she just shrugged. It was all she could do at this point; she was too tired and too unsure of herself to counter anything Basté said. So she focused on what she could manage: explaining something she knew about intimately.

"They're a hate group. Mostly reactionary religious humans. Demons are bad, yada yada. None of them will say it outright, but they want us gone. Demons, vampires. The 'sinful' types."

"I actually live off campus," Alma said without thinking. She cringed a bit at her carelessness, but pushed back the thoughts. If Basté really had any bad intentions, she had no better opportunity than here alone on the roof at night.

"I am getting pretty tired though. I'm... not used to having to sleep. I don't want to impose or anything. You already seem to be trying to help."

Alma's head fluttered between a few different options, but she ended up kind of nodding meekly. "I haven't ever ridden a motorcycle, no. It... might be fun?"

From there Alma would follow Basté down, letting herself be led to wherever this bike was. Assuming of course it wasn't some sort of trick; in that case Alma was prepared to tase and kick and scream.

Alma could walk just fine down to where the bike was parked. She wanted to object to having the helmet, but also knew that falling off of herself would be bad. After putting the helmet on she texted her mom and boyfriends to let them know she was getting dropped off at her house soon.

As she saddled onto the bike, Alma did her best to not hold on too tightly or awkwardly to Basté as she repeated out her address. "I'm ready. Just uh... not too fast? I've never ridden one of these before."

Alma found that she actually had a pretty good time one the bike. It was like flying in some ways: the speed, the wind in her face. She tried not to think too hard about smacking into the pavement if they happened to crash, but she did find herself clinging a bit tighter to Basté when they took a couple of corners. This was why she hated roller coasters. The anxiety.

She knew for sure that this wasn't the most direct route to her house though. Basté seemed to be taking her on a longer, more scenic route; maybe as a way to try and calm her nerves?

Either way, she was pretty well relaxed when the two of them finally made it to the curb outside of her house. Alma's legs were shaky as she got off of the bike; too eager to let go and stop awkwardly hugging onto Basté, she stumbled a bit.