--or that. That would work too. Bennu twitched his shoulders; he'd been doing a lot of shrugging lately, and while he wasn't exactly self-conscious about it he kind of felt rueful about being a broken record. Perhaps he bored so easily because he was a boring person, himself. The thought amused him.

"Sure, if you want to make sense," he supposed, striding through the door without apparent acknowledgment of the blast of cold air hitting him full-force. "Lean the right direction so I know where to turn. Just don't fall off. My reflexes aren't quite that good."

And he headed for the lone motorcycle parked in the front of the store. It didn't have a helmet hanging anywhere in sight.