In a way, the lamentation almost makes her feel proud. When she destroys something, she destroys it for good.

Then she remembers the something is her own mount and that's just embarrassing.

Anyway, the twin bike-lovers are getting over their sorrow- oh. She processes the identical names. Not twins, then: alternates. She's getting used to that. She just hopes she never runs into one of her own.

"Thanks, but you're right. The bike's a lost cause. Nothing to do now but wait for it to cool so I can haul it back for scrap." Shipwright Holliday is going to give her such a look.