Pollution leaned forward slightly, gripping instinctively at Famine's hips as they pulled back onto the road. It always felt good to be on a bike again, and he grinned broadly as he ducked his head to keep the wind out of his eyes.

"I sold it when I left for Mumbai. It was pretty much spare parts by that point anyway." He shrugged slightly, though obviously no one was watching, and glanced absently at the passing scenery. "I went through my usual world tour - Amsterdam, Mumbai, Beijing, Tokyo, the cities of America. They're doing my job for me, though, so I figured I might as well just come home."