The wind whipped up reached the young traveler, however, kicking up the trailing edge of their long overcoat. Now face-to-face with the strange creature, which still resembles nothing Kino had ever even had described to them, with the dragon looming behind, the youth feels a small amount of trepidation. They remain calm, however, blinking through the dust as it settled. Strangely enough, by the time it had, an entirely different figure stood before the two of them. There's a moment of surprise on the traveler's face before it reassembles to its usual composure.

That he seemed to have some sort of transformative power was certainly odd, even in the eyes of a traveler who had seen many strange things in their short lifetime. But the stranger showed no animosity, as far as Kino could tell, neither by presence or the words offered as greeting.

"That certainly would have been faster." The wry humor was offered without much change in expression; it seemed to be a running characteristic that the kid is just very straight-faced. "But it would have left Hermes," said with a pat on the handlebars of the motorrad, "behind, so we decided to come out here on our own."

"Well, I suppose the dragon could've carried me, but..." The voice trails off, clearly not pleased with the concept.