[ her brow furrows, and repeats his question. ] Do I know what a bike is? Yes, of course. I haven't been locked in a basement for my entire life.

[ she watches him fumble a little more, and shakes her head. if it was just her that inspired this reaction she wouldn't be upset about that. she's spent the entirety of her teen years trafficking in fear. why would things change now. ] Let me help.

[ Cheryl approaches and carefully plucks some pieces of mostly clean looking trash that look like they're moments away from plummeting towards the ground. ]

There. Better.