[He smirks at that look, knowing he still has Wash thinking about him constantly. Pietro glances down the alleyway. He'd seen the motorcycle when they came out into the alley, but hadn't thought anything of it. Apparently, it's Wash's, and Pietro runs over to it, to run his fingers along the sleek metal.]

I like the purple.

[It could be mocking, but it's not, his taste's aligning more with Sombra's. He crosses his arms and leans against the motorcycle for a moment, like he's making a decision, but it was already made the second Wash spoke. He hates transportation of any kind, all too slow and even if it would get him somewhere faster than walking at a normal person's pace, he moves less and it's therefore more torturous to endure.]

We are walking. Riding is worse. You want to take this? Tell me where you live and I will meet you there. Trust me to show up, yes?