Yeah, well, we could always swing by the front desk and say bye if you're real determined.

[He glances back toward the lobby as they leave, but despite his joking around, has no real desire to do that. It'd be fun, like she says, but his mind is fully on moving forward now. He gets the bag he's carrying loaded up onto the bike, then gives her a hand once hers is loaded up as well so they can both get seated and comfortable.]

All right! Back on the road. Well, for a minute. You see a clothes shop you like, lemme know.