She turns sharply around a corner and dives into the thick of the district's streets, hoping that she's just fast enough not to get pulled over or worse, chased. "Can you hurry, please? I really need you home asap."

Because she's nearing the pet shop corner and he has to be there, or there's going to be trouble for both of them.

And he might even think for a moment that she's among the D-Force or someone out to get him, because her hover-motorcycle comes to a screeching halt next to him when she finally arrives, barely missing him that it's almost like she'd tried to run him over. Her helmet's face plate retracts to reveal her familiar features, and her voice thick with urgency as she greets, "Hey babe. Get on."