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"So, how do I...?"
Phrolova gazed from behind Ciaccona's shoulder, who looked between her and the motorcycle confusingly.
"First, perhaps don't keep your feet on the ground when you begin to drive, unless you wish to use Fusion instead of Aero." the Conductor joked, inciting a weak chuckle from the bard.
"Right, yeah, I knew that!" she seemed partially aware, at least. "...So, how do I actually... *go*?"
Phrolova raised an eyebrow. "...Have you yet to consider, I do not know, turning the throttle?"
"Of course I have!" Ciaccona retorted, doing so with the bike remaining in place. "Nothing at all!"
"...Pfft."
"Wh--Was that a laugh?" Ciaccona's frustrations vanished for a split second at the noise, whiping her head around just in time to catch a fading smile on Phrolova's face.
"No, it wasn't. I know what your problem is." lycoris still in hand, she offered a gentle gesture, pointing the flower towards the issue:
"It isn't in gear."
Ciaccona gave a blink. Then, she let out a groan, placing her face into her hands. "*Sentinel*, why me...?"
"Perhaps you're merely Imperator's favourite Resonator. Outside of the Blessed Maiden, anyways."
"Hah! No, that goes to Rover," Ciaccona quickly put the motorcycle in gear, sighing in relief. "*Finally*, we can get moving! ...Phrolova?"
Phrolova had gone quiet, staring at and turning the lycoris in her hands, before turning back to the bard. "Ah, do not mind me. Just musing on what you said. Now, let us be off."
"...How do you even know what to do?"
"Would you believe me if I said I once had a motorcycle of my own? Unlike my... *coworkers*, I decided to do something they seemed incapable of: namely, reading the instructions and listening to how to drive safely. It's a wonder why I always seemed to have the same motorcycle for the past half decade while others were on their fifteenth of that year."
Ciaccona opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. "...I'm going to start now."
"Please do."
With a twist of the exhaust, the bike immediately began to go forwards, with Phrolova turning to wrap her arms around Ciaccona's waist.
...She felt no fear. Just a mild concern at what will happen if the bard finds the accelerator, is all.