Seems more homicidal than a middle aged and doughy, but that passes close enough to normal in Jason's book. He twists down on the throttle and puts some distance between them and the bot, but Jason knows they don't have long. Fucker in the metal suit is tenacious, god bless him.

Behind him he can feel her clinging, smacking at his arm. Well, at least she isn't crying. "Can you drive a motorcycle?" he shouts.