She sighs, flicking a hand in that sort of 'never mind' gesture. It's probably the same as her not understanding how his shadow puppets were worthwhile amusement, she supposes. Maybe he's just lonely, Celty wonders as she glances back at him. Not that it gave him a right to go tossing animals into a lake.

The Black Rider steps back towards her motorcycle, swinging a leg over with ease.