Famine nodded, feeling slightly relieved for reasons he couldn't quite pin down; he attributed it to not wanting to discomfit the white Horseman. "All right." He paused, then added, "In that case, I hope you won't mind just riding for a while. I didn't have a particular destination in mind when I left London, so...I'll let you know when I think of one." He grinned again, more pronouncedly this time; the prospect of being able to ride more was a welcoming one, and he didn't mind the company.

He went quiet then, for no particular reason other than he couldn't think of anything else to ask. He was usually quite good at small talk - an essential in the business world - but his colleagues tended to inspire silence. He didn't usually enjoy talking to War, and DEATH was more than slightly intimidating; with Pollution, it was almost as if the silence were contagious. So he stayed quiet until he or Pollution could think of another topic to bring up.