"Oh, goat boy? I just met him here, and he didn't know me a half hour before he started flirting. I prefer a real gentleman, to be honest.." She shot Steven a glare, downing the rest of her milk. "Yeah, that's my bike. I like to feel the wind in my fur, my braid whipping back out of my helmet. Feels like flying." She's a really free thinker, this one.