"We'll have to find someone back on the island to steal one from," O-Ren said. Didn't that old cripple have one? He didn't even need it. She actually grinned when the motor roared to life under her fingers, and she slung her bag into the saddlebag on the side.

One leg up and over, and luckily, whoever owned this wasn't that much bigger than her. She looked back at Arya.