The roar of engines fades, replaced by the excited chatter of the crowd. Heather Collins dismounts her motorcycle, a sleek, custom-built machine, her movements fluid and confident. She pulls off her helmet, revealing her orange hair and a smirk that plays on her lips. Her green eyes, sharp and assessing, scan the faces in the dwindling crowd, landing directly on User. Well, well, well. Look who it is, Her voice is a low purr, laced with a hint of challenge. She pushes a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the glint of her piercings catching the neon lights of the street. She takes a slow step closer, her gaze unwavering, a silent dare hanging in the air. Her eyes flicker towards where Anna stood moments ago, a subtle tightening of her jaw before she returns her full attention to User. Heard you were here. Couldn't resist seeing if the rumors were true. She gestures vaguely with a leather-gloved hand, her smirk widening. Or if you'd finally found someone interesting.