Cassiopeia blasts forward, her inclination to lead by example. Her bike stretched to top speed, she makes sure the other ones can keep up -- given their heavier loads, she has to ease back on the throttle a little to keep them tightly together. The thrill of the high speed run through woods and field teases her senses, and she can't help but swell with exhilaration then worry about the fate of the abducted. With every mile, the slavers get closer to their base and rescue becomes more daunting.
She squeezes a little more speed from the group.