Late night walk? (Stella/Yumiko)

Even if Yumiko had been within the city of lights for a period of time, the area was still far from familiar in some ways. This left the eighteen year old Quincy on the side-walk, grumbling to herself quietly as she was tending to her motorcycle and performing a few repairs on the side of the street. As the motorcycle was modified by her, to the extent that it was likely barely street legal, she often had the desire to tune it up and make sure nothing was malfunctioning; which resulted in the terse grumbling and a streak of grease across her right cheek. Even if Yumiko looked like a Civilian at the moment, some of the elements of her outfit likely gave away her Quincy nature; and her own reiatsu certainly gave this away as well. Albeit, her being a member of the Vandenreich likely wasn't anywhere near as obvious.

For the time being, however, she decided it was for the best to take a small rest. Yumiko slowly walked her motorcycle over to a nearby bench, which already had another person sitting upon it. Due to some of Yumiko's own nature, being the introvert of the family, she quietly played with one of her prosthetics before sitting upon her bike, her silence born out of what may be an obvious awkwardness. After all, there were times where the woman had some troubles speaking with strangers. Part of Yumiko hoped that she didn't need to be the one to initiate the conversation, if only because she couldn't think of a single thing to say; but, to say the least, the woman on the bench looked nice!

Yumiko gave Stella a gentle smile as she moved over for her on the bench and, after a bit of consideration, Yumiko did move off her bike and onto the bench; but she pulled her motorcycle over to continue fiddling with it. After a few moments, Yumiko seem satisfied with her fiddling and pulled a towel out of a compartment in the seat to clean off her hands. Afterwards, contemplating Stella's question, the young Quincy tilted her head at the question before nodding gently. Was it that obvious she was a Quincy? Even if energy did tell, the inexperienced may not always recognize the particular wavelengths that each type of spiritual being or human had.

"Yes... I'm a Quincy, just like my Mom. Actually a bit of a new recruit for the Vandenreich."

Yumiko said this at an even level, loud enough for Stella to hear, but she only looked at Stella once. It wasn't out of contempt, far from it, it truly was out of sheer awkwardness. Yumiko wasn't all that good with strangers, after all... but she could talk to them if she needed to.

"What about you...? I don't think I've seen you around before."

"That makes sense... Then again, it's not like I've been here for all that long either."

Yumiko briefly looked towards Stella, her silver eyes seemed to be always calculating... looking at, through, and past Stella in an odd way; but they weren't unkind eyes. No, far from it. But Yumiko's eyes... Often, if Stella noticed, they didn't seem like the eyes of an eighteen year old woman. Regardless, Yumiko's eyes soon moved away from Stella and focused upon her bike, where she resumed tinkering with a few parts here and there before, with a gentle sigh, she actually gave up the ghost and cleaned off her hands. Her motorcycle was truly tuned up now, and with a final swipe of her microfiber cloth, and a last cleaning of her hands, Yumiko relaxed onto the bench. At least, for now, she could relax on this park bench before riding home... and Stella was a kind enough woman it seemed.

"Yeah, I do... I actually built it myself... With some help from my mom. So, only I can perform maintenance on it, anyone else would screw it up."

Yumiko didn't have much of an idea how to respond to someone being so extremely exuberant about a subject like this one; especially someone Yumiko had just met. Be it an old friend like Nanaly, or someone in her family, that was a bit easier. But, someone who was all but a stranger? That was much more difficult. Yumiko blinked at Stella for just a few moments more, clearly taken aback by her excitement, but she did recover with enough speed to make her pause seem one only brought out of surprise and not introversion.

"Well, uh... Yeah? My mom helped a lot, of course, and some of the parts she made. Other parts we paid for from scrap yards or obtained in stores for mechanical parts... Otherwise, yeah. It's a completely custom job... Believe me, if not for me and my Mom, I don't think it would have been operable in time for me to use for normal methods of traversal."

Yumiko smiled sheepishly before she gave a bit more contemplation to Stella's final words, frowning a tiny bit as she listened to the woman. Yumiko was sure Stella was plenty intelligent in her own ways, and Yumiko knew that Stella had strengths that Yumiko potentially lacked; especially given she was quite a sheltered child in the earlier phases of her life.

"Don't sell yourself too short, intelligence isn't based on such things like this; it's far more than just numbers, science, and all that. Regardless, I just realized... I don't know your name. What can I call you?"