[A soft chuckle comes from the man's right, and the sound of a steam engine can be heard. Following the voice leads to a man on his own ride - neither horse nor serpent, but a motorbike. The bike itself looks to be modeled off some sort of rickshaw, as it's toting an empty carriage behind it, and the man sitting on it...doesn't seem to be following any sort of safety laws whatsoever. He's not wearing a helmet, and the closest he's got to any kind of protective wear is a pair of goggles that are currently resting around his neck. He's not even wearing a suit or pads, instead apparently opting for rough leathery pants and a plain collared white shirt that's not even fully buttoned, revealing bandages wrapped around his wrists and neck. Never mind the rest of his somewhat outlandish appearance, he's clearly not a native at all...]
Well? [His voice is low, but it shows some amusement, at least.] You heard what she said.
[The man turns his bemused stare onto the newcomer, who only stares stoically back. Joy.]
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Well? [His voice is low, but it shows some amusement, at least.] You heard what she said.
[The man turns his bemused stare onto the newcomer, who only stares stoically back. Joy.]