Alva was content that Jason had agreed to let her come along. She knew he preferred if she just stayed out of this, from now on, but he had nearly killed her, and she wanted her pound of flesh. He had wanted to make sure she was acceptable before leaving, but she wasn’t stupid. She wore functional clothes, and a jacket that would keep her from freezing since they were going on his bike. She didn’t really explain to Ruelas, just told her she was going out with Jason, on his bike, as an explanation to her choice of dress, and made her way downstairs to wait for him.
It wasn’t shocking to her that he wasn’t wearing his helmet yet, because that might look a little suspicious to anyone passing by who saw her. “Am I acceptable, then? You didn’t think I was going to do something stupid, like wear heels, did you?” She teased when he pulled up. She moved to grab the helmet on his back seat, “I know you don’t want to do this.” She shot him a serious look, before pulling the helmet on and climbing onto the back of his bike.