A nod was given in turn. No other words followed, but for good reason. Instead, the helmeted rider slipped out the communication tablet from her pocket, deft fingers tapping out her words. She started to hold up the device, then realizing it a bit awkward given the space between them.

Ah, she thought, moving to slip off the motorcycle's seat. Though she made no move to push any down, a kickstand seemed to suddenly materialize there to keep the bike from toppling once she stepped away from it. Again she held up her tablet.

[Hello. I don't think I've seen you here before.]