[Nic pinched the bridge of his nose at that, wrinkling like he smelled something foul. He does get a little defensive as she starts over to his motorcycle though. That was the one nice thing he owned, okay, you'd best not touch his baby.]

I mean there's no way to prove it, but there's no way to prove I AM fucked up. Unless I remembered that, but my memory ain't the best. What's it matter to you, anyway?