As the speed increased, she clung tighter to the hoverbike and her companion and watched them fly swiftly across the barren landscape. She was not uncomfortable as she was relatively used to high speeds and maneuvers.
"I do not represent any brand, I am an artistic musician, a darling of high society. And as for this visit - I can always say that I was looking for inspiration for my next compositions in here."
She remained silent for the rest of their journey to the distant settlement. She was focusing on the countryside around her, a vastly different scene than she was used to from Malta. She was just looking around without saying a word, examining all the details around her and maybe imagining how she would draw a view like this on a canvas back home.
It was such a strange feeling for her to suddenly stop at a red light and wait while the police patrol caught up with them. However, following the example of her companion, she only gave them a slight nod of greeting so as not to attract more attention and continued to appear relaxed, though somewhere inside she was beginning to be on alert.
Once their hoverbike was moving again, she kept a close eye on her companion's reactions near the patrol - hopefully to be ready to react if anything happened.
"Hm-?"
She only got out of herself when her companion suddenly stopped, ordered her to wait, and went to settle his dispute with the armed LPI patrol. Her facial expression remained hidden beneath the visor of her helmet and so she just waited to see how her companion, Mister Doe, would resolve the situation. Her questions were eventually answered when she noticed several shots fired from a small laser pistol and both peacekeepers were incapacitated.
As Mister Doe handed over the shiny metal object and the credit chip to the still surprised and somewhat frightened man, Fiorella looked around - perhaps to spot any possible witnesses to the event - but the locals had a very developed instinct for self-preservation and so the street was already deserted shortly after the police patrol arrived. Only from the darkened windows of the half-decayed house could someone have watched them. However, she was interrupted from a more thorough observation by her approaching companion and so she turned her attention to him.
"My estimate is that all of this was symbolic, was it not? But you can explain it to me along the way or at our destination - if there is one, that is."
As she remained sitting on the hoverbike's back seat through his armed encounter with the two patrolmen, she was ready to leave almost immediately. She had not even removed her helmet from her head and her visor was closed.
