Arcee had slid into a vacant space in the line of motorcycles parked
in front of a strip of restaurants and small shops, watching -- and
listening -- to the people passing by. She's idly keeping an audial
out for any important keywords in passing conversation, but most of
her attention is directed inward as she taps into human data networks.
That's where the real information seems to be.

So when a spectacularly clumsy human knocks into a motorcycle a few
away from her, she doesn't notice right away -- not until she feels
the scrape of the one next to her hitting her plating and her kneejerk
reaction is to rev her engine and try to gun it out of the way. She
doesn't quite manage, her tires squealing for traction briefly before
she topples over altogether with a noisy clank. Scrap.

"Hey, watch it, kid!" she snaps, scrambling to project her holomatter
avatar in her surprise. Her avatar appears rounding the corner toward
Severa, an agitated-looking woman in biking gear, but it comes just a
moment too late -- anyone paying attention might think that the voice
came from the motorcycle and not the lady moving to hoist it
back upright.