The helmet falling on her head drew a soft chuff of laughter from her. She had a habit of not wearing one, always wanting to be able to see, over the protection it afforded. But she relinquished one hand on him to fasten it under her chin, without argument. He was driving after all.

It was quiet, or as quiet as it could get, with the wind rushing by them and the roar of the engine. She was just drifting, not thinking, as they drove. Leon an ever present comfort that she held tightly to.

The knock made her head perk up, and she had to strain to hear him clearly. But gosh what a question. "Back when I was living on base with Chris. He was doing this training camp out thing with his squad, and they took me along. I think I was like, 14, 15?"