The machine roars to life, and she steps back, laughing from sheer surprise and no small amount of glee. Woola gives a startled chuff and dashes around the bike, checking it from all angles to make sure it's not about to attack his mistress.

"It sounds like a machine for crushing rocks. Are you sure you wouldn't miss that element of the ride? A radium drive would be much quieter!" Yes, she's shouting a bit to be heard over the rumble of the engine echoing off the concrete walls.