Pollution was about to answer when he heard one of the dogs whine in hunger, though they were obviously not underfed. His head lifted up just in time to see the familiar, sleek black shape of a motorcycle coming to a stop near by. The man who drove it was even more familiar and a very welcome sight. Pollution felt a small explosion in his chest and he beamed hazily at the man. "Fancy meeting you here," he answered, though it really wasn't an sort of real answer to the question. As though noticing this, he added, "We're out for a drive... care to join us?" He glanced over at War, though he already assumed this would be no problem.