War flicked the engine off and pushed back the visor of her helmet as she stepped off the bike, oblivious to the men's stares as they caught the orange flash of her eyes. Easily, she pulled one of the fuel nozzles from the rack and passed it to Pollution.

"You look like you need it more than I do," she said wryly. "Reckon I should go and see if the guys inside over there have got anything for us to drink?"