[ The lack of concern at her back is appreciated, but she doesn't acknowledge it during the ride itself. There's really no way to do it, is there? Hey, thanks for not freaking out, or even like, pretending you're not freaking out. Little too invasive. Still... it's nice to be trusted.

(But, okay, nobody tell Tadashi about the time she sabotaged her own bike for attention.) ]

Thanks. [ She finally pops off her helmet, hanging it off a handlebar. She grabs one of her pigtails and starts wrapping it back up into a bun — something she didn't even bother doing when arriving at his place. ] Lots of practice.

[ She does up her second bun while he gets off the bike, and when finished she hangs up his helmet and dismounts as well. ]

Fewer people on the road get nervous, when they can't see who the driver is.

[ Her head cants toward the restaurant entrance. ]

Shall we?