[January 2060] ItÂ’s a long way to the top (Solo: Midori)
Midori didn't seem to mind being on the coast, aside from the awful smell: while she'd come from a nicer place than this, she was just grateful it was the one place few people seemed to care she was a keeb. She put the kickstand for the bike down and swung her leg high off the back, patting the seat she'd been straddling to ensure the bike was solid before moving off towards where the Rapier sat on the broken pavement.
Hearing Jimmy's greeting made her smile and she flicked up her visor first to show him that it was, indeed, Midori in the flesh. There weren't many other five-foot-tall Elves willing to show their face this side of the Coast Highway without a bodyguard.
"Arctic bike, omae," Midori smiled warmly, her augmented eyes looking over the bike with obvious envy and pride that he'd done well for himself. She meandered his way, allowing his compatriots plenty of time to get a bead on her: it was just respectful, after all, when amongst friends.
"Gonna have to take me out on her one day," Midori teased, her eyes twinkling unnaturally, with small pink sparkles in the irises. She loved trying her luck and seeing what relationships she could build with the well-connected, and being a Face it was profitable to keep on everyone's good side.
Finally, within touching distance she unzipped her bike jacket, revealing a sequined croptop underneath, suggesting that her final destination that night was not back home but perhaps out to a club. The top clung to her figure attractively, but still obscured the weapons that Jimmy Ota would have known she had on her. From between her cleavage she pulled out a small silver credstick with a tiny star charm on it, though the elf didn't hand it directly to Ota. That wasn't how business was done, after all, and while she was more relaxed that she usually was, she was only a few metres from her bike and was ready to cut and dash should things go wrong.
"Thanks for meeting me here, looks like we got a break in the rain," Midori observed with a sweet smile. Talking about the weather meant that to her knowledge, she hadn't been tailed by anyone inconvenient, she'd given Jimmy the signal and hoped that he'd respond in turn, otherwise she was in danger.