It had taken Dixon less time to install the black seatback unit he’d fabbed for the bike’s rear saddle than it did for him to double-fold and lash Verity’s Muji bag to it with black nylon straps. Since the unit was bare plastic, she’d be using her clothing as a cushion. As casually as she tended to dress, she assumed that the result would require pressing. If she were headed into any sort of world where pressing was an option, which didn’t seem entirely guaranteed.