"Hmm." Blaze rubs an antenna, thinking over options. "I'd lend you mine, but I want to challenge you first. And my spare's in pieces back on the ship. Had to get it refitted for- a friend." Of course, the heavy models she favors, tuned to sling a Titan's weight around, might not suit Dia anyway. She fixes her golden optics on Turnstone, who stiffens slightly as she guesses what's coming.

"Hey, Turnstone-"

"You want to ride against my Sparrow?" It's not Dia who's getting the Look, but the sparks in the air are nearly palpable. "Unlikely. I heard what happened to your last one."

Blaze pulls herself up in surprised defence. "An accident in the heat of battle! I'm not gonna melt anything! Especially when I'm not even riding it. Dia will take care of the bike, right?"