She's been riding out for the last decade or so now, moving between outer worlds of the OTC and the wild lands beyond. Mostly random Earths in various states of development. She took a job as a fletcher on a medieval world for a few months, fucked some pretty girls, got her ride back out of the forest grotto where she'd stashed it and kept going; that was about three months ago now and it's been the most excitement she's had in a while with all these bog-standard worlds. Before that it was basilisk hunting with her bike's dragon gun, but she's bored of that too. She's considering going out the proper Eva way and just crashing her bike into a sun, but it's been done already and she hates to be passe. 

She doesn't expect to come back, eventually. Her Grace's been washing away the years from her whenever she comes back to civilization again, but eventually she wants to depart forever from the lands of her birth and settle somewhere else, somewhere wild, somewhere that belongs to her. Till then, there's meetings of the Society of Sensation to share in the delights of her sister-selves, and more scouting out into the wild void. 

The hoverbike hums away firmly between her legs, a pleasure and a thrill; her whole body's built to ride this thing at a thousand kilometers an hour through dense foliage, and she can't help but love it like a girlfriend, a lover, a part of her so solid and dependable that she's never far from it long. 

She kicks in the reactor, and speeds up. A high whine rises from behind her seat as the dimensional folder comes online, and she leans in and braces herself against the shock of the void against her riding coat.