"It really... was." Blaze gives a synthetic sigh. Her hands are lifted to her helm, but she pauses in her careful tugging to give the mechanic a sort of apologetic look. She's not sure if anything of the bike's internals have survived, given how warped and melted the chassis looks. It certainly doesn't look as nice as it did, but the sleek outline is still kind of visible. "We call them Sparrows. That is- heh. Was a Cavalier model. S-21 variant. Modified for maximum maneuvering power with a heavy passenger."

She winks, but that doesn't actually show with how broken her helm is. Whoops.

Palmer does have a story to take her mind off her own misfortunes, however. She leaves her helm alone while she listens. "Sounds kinda familiar. You seem all right to me, Palmer, but I see your point. Sometimes you've got to seize the one shot you've got. So was Antarctica all that bad? You know- before the monster."