She trails him out of the cafe, still muttering protests about how that just isn't right, not Fitz, that's different, but settles well enough once she's on the bike. Once they get going (that part still makes her nervous, when there isn't enough energy to make the bike feel grounded, when one wobble could be a wobble too many) and she can relax again, she pipes up again.
"I think you two would get on wonderfully - and the bar might become awash in mechanical widgets."