"Please," Mako answers in the form of a light, breathy laugh, puttering to a stop and humbly offering her his wrist. He's quiet while she does that, mostly just glad he ended up here today, right here, right now, at the right time to be receiving this gift.

"If you ever wanna give it a go--" he eventually starts them off again, slowly. "Hover propulsion's gotten a lot less pricey these days. Bike that runs off that is gonna handle a lot easier for a smaller person than something terrestrial-- no offense," he interjects the last bit quickly.

"Holds itself up, don't need to worry about it being too heavy, or having it fall on you. 'Side from that, it's the same idea, just about. Lets you practice the basics without too many spills."

Who knew whether or not any of this information would have the chance to be applied in their time-displaced lives, but he enjoys talking about it-- y'know, just in case nobody could tell.

"Ideally, anyway."