her eyes followed the woman’s finger to the touch it brushed over the matte black of the bike, but ultimately she went back to releasing the hood of the truck and closing it gently. “do you have a bike or do you need one?” she asks, because there was no way that her bike was ready when she was still working on the small parts of gold detailing, but eve’s interest was piqued at the slightest inkling of a new project if the woman was looking for something, something that would cost eve nothing, and fill hours that eve wanted and needed to exhaust herself in. “only a business if you’re charging people, right?” which she wasn’t, because she wasn’t working for anyone but herself and she was doing what she liked and wanted. she didn’t know where psychiatrist was in any of the titles that harley gave her but she shrugged leaned her hip into the front bumper of the truck. “if you come across any guns you can bring them here if you need a place to work on them.” because as she’d mentioned, the warehouse was secure.
“Here? I have no idea here but my assumption is probably no.” Harley answered with a grin on her face. “And I don’t need one no, but I do want one.” She commented, draping herself over the bike she was currently straddling and giving it a hug. “A fast one... strong and agile.” She described. “Colored blue and red.” There was a moments pause before she continued talking. “You mean to tell me you don’t charge people? I mean; that’s kinda great for me but a dumb move for you. Everythin’ has a price in this world... or any world. You need to learn that.” Because Harley felt like the woman would get no where if she didn’t know at least that much. “But I’ll take you up on that gun offer. Sounds like fun.”