“Nice bike. I think I might keep it.” Imagine a Timelady sitting in your one million dollars motorcycle, casually starting the motor with, yes, which seems to be a not so ordinary umbrella.
‘ is that right ? ‘ a brow QUIRKS as she leans against the wall, a little concerned about the fact that this strange - very strange - woman is straddling her motorcycle . ‘ see, that’s not how this shit works . ‘ she’s amused though, lips pulling into a smirk . out of all the things she expected to be doing today, this wasn’t one of them . ‘ i think you better get off there and put down that big looking umbrella of yours, sweetheart . you could take somebody’s eye out with that . ‘ is she scared this woman is gonna steal her bike ? yes . is she going to make a move to stop her ? probably not . all she can do is talk her out of it . ‘ come on, love . the fun is over now . ‘
“Love? Oh, you flatter me, darling.” Missy smirked still sitting on her bike, umbrella --well, not an ordinary but a sonic umbrella-- still pointed to the motor. She liked this oh-so-strange human, the very one defending her private property or whatever the humans called it by talking, even calling her ridiculous names that, due to the fact that they are coming out from her mouth, Missy doesn't particularly dislike. Quite the contrary, in fact.
She presses something in her umbrella, and suddenly a flash of light emerges, discharging it right in the vehicle. Moments later the motorcycle is purring, and Missy is ready for a little ride. But.
“I want to try it, and I will. Mind to join me, love? It would be a shame if I get confused and your baby -- well. How many millions did it cost you?”






















