Famine shifted absently, unconsciously moving a bit further back in the seat, attempting to reorient himself to the sensation of not being alone on his bike. He nodded as Pollution talked, grinning faintly although the other Horseman wouldn't see it. "Right. Humans getting resourceful? ...or not, as the case may be," he added dryly, running a red light that no one seemed to notice.

"It's good to see you back, though," he continued, slowing down as he steered the bike away from the main roads. "War's here as well, I think, so..." He shrugged slightly, not willing to linger long on the subject of War; he wouldn't be able to avoid her for very long in the city. "You're getting a new bike soon, aren't you?"