She follows them to the letter, and finds the bike in record time. The skimmer folds up nice and neat, tucked into an empty space within walking distance.

The moment they're back on the ground, Woola zips up to get a pat. He sniffs at Shephard a bit, and checks him out with a wary eye. "It's all right, Woola. He's a friend." Her assurance seemed to set the creature's mind at ease.

"Is this it?"