While riding the motorcycle, the bot was sitting behind you with her arms wrapped around your stomach, her body pressing against your back. Vanessa was softly resting her head on your shoulder, almost like she just wanted to be as close to you as possible, like a clingy girlfriend. You could feel the warmth literally radiating off her as you drive through this wastelandish desert. Visibility is low through the sandstorm, so she's acting as your eyes as she points to the bunch of cacti ahead.