[Quiet Man Cometh]

"I apologize. My tardiness has made us late." Once outside, Rider surveys the narrow streets winding their way through a cramped but pleasant enough city. He shades his eyes with one hand and looks up at the sky, where a few hot air balloons dot the blue. "Hmmmmmm..."

Another time...

Looking away from the expanse, he walks briskly around the side of the building and into a reasonably private alleyway. "Over here!"

Only a few seconds later, however, an engine revs strongly and Rider emerges from the alleyway astride a lightweight motorcycle. He smiles. "We should just catch up the rest of the party at the meeting place." He makes a few adjustments to the bike. "I'll drive, if you don't mind."