She checked that her helmet was properly fastened and sat on the back of their motorcycle. She turned her head in his direction and answered him with her careful and methodical speech with her particular accent emphasizing the sonorous pronunciation of vowels.
"You know me, Mister Doe. I am no stranger to smiling - yet it is not something I take lightly. Every smile should have a clear reason and purpose."
When he turned to her and asked if she was ready to go, Fiorella nodded silently and wrapped her left arm around his body. Her right hand, however, remained free, apparently only needing to be held with one hand.
"I think we can go anywhere you want - I am a rich Manhattan celebrity after all. We have enough credits for almost anything, if needed."
