"You know, you're gonna hurt yourself doing that."
"Nah, I’m fine. I’ve gotta find my damn key. Shaundi told everyone to not let me back in the ship if I lose it again. I don’t want to sleep in the entryway. Again."
She currently had her hand crammed into the inner workings of her motorcycle. There really wasn’t any logic behind her key being in there but she was out of ideas and it had last been in in her pocket while she was riding it.
She was feeling increasingly stupid as the stranger watched her futile and hand endangering search.
He shrugs, very theatrically. “Dunno. Beats the hell outta helping old ladies hobble ‘cross the street.” Liesel’s anger doesn’t seem to phase him, he did his good deed for the day, after all.
"Now," he folds his arms, looking at her like a disappointing father- but still absolutely full of shit, "you got your key back. Ain’t you got, I’unno, homework or something to do? Or places to be or something?"
Liesel stopped waving the key around, tucking it into a more secure pocket inside her jacket, "I'm 25, I don't have to go to school anymore."
Frankly, she had never had any formal schooling, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
She crossed her arms to match Mickey's stance, "And my only instructions for the day were from Kinzie to not be underfoot. So I'm free to do whatever I want."










