[He settles his arms around her hips at that first kiss and keeps her there for the second, enjoying every little moment before they finally break away.]

You're too good to me, babe. I'll take all the luck I can get.

[Not that he really believes in it, of course, but hell, he believes in her, in the two of them, and that's what matters. He helps get her settled on the bike once more, then gets them onto the road, following the signs for the mine. Which are pretty regular, actually. It's weird.]

Must be one hell of an attraction they have set up. I've never seen so many signs for a mine before, it's like it's fuckin' Disney.

[They're mining something that saves lives, but they must really love showing it off, too. Nobody goes on an afternoon outing to a vaccine factory. Gotta be a ton of money behind this to promote it, and that thought finds him growing even more skeptical about the reasons. Who benefits most from a treatment to a potentially lethal but apparently legal drug? The guy who sells the goddamn drugs. Keeps him in business, makes it seem less dangerous. Fuck.]

We're lucky we wound up in a reality where this place exists, though. Since it seems like not every place even has vide noir, let alone knows somethin' to treat an overdose.