A dark blue Yamaha XT125 drove up to the new Inn, tires crunching on the gravel of the car-park as the driver braked hard. Pulling off his helmet, Kitt put down the kickstand and jumped off, helping the pillion rider off as well. Katka pulled her helmet off as well, slinging her rucksack over one shoulder as Kitt locked up the bike.
The pair entered the Inn, both dressed in thick combat-jackets and trousers, both covered in the general grime of several hours driving on a bike exposed to the weather. Kitt dropped his own rucksack beside the desk, letting Katka lean on him tiredly as they waited for Chrono to get his check-in sorted...