"It feels like holding onto a hummingbird." He offered. He wasn't sure what she'd do with the information. He could have technically retrieved one and handed it to her, but somehow that seemed just a touch too over the top, even for this conversation. "Alive and fluttery, but fragile."
He nodded to the bike in agreement as he added. "I can give you a ride no problem, but you're wearing the helmet." She was, after all, just human as far as he knew, and you never knew when some demented Order fighter was going to vault out of no where babbling something about saving the day.
Carneli