She kept her face neutral, leaving her hands on the handlebars in case the bike decided it didn't like her anymore. She was looking at Snow--she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her head bowed--but she was definitely avoiding opening her mouth. She didn't want to give him anything more to fuck her over with. He already had plenty of material for that, and like Zephyr, she wasn't keen on adding multiple sentences to her jail time.

She had the feeling he wouldn't yell. Their short meeting had been enough to let her know that he wasn't much of a disciplinarian: he'd taken a strange kid onto his personal bike for no other reason than that she'd been there.

He was someone who believed firmly in the kindness of others. Kiden was not.