Poe isn't alone when he skids to a stop. Someone has taken note of his noisy entrance. He may not have been noticed right away, Eshkol is a silent man who tends to blend in right up until he's suddenly noticed, but his piercing orange eyes have definitely landed on the newcomer to his little zone. He had been sunbathing — that is, sitting on the lid of a dumpster and enjoying the sunlight, for which he's been starved lately — but now he's something else.

He'd been gearing up to be all irritated about this noisy intrusion, until he'd realized he has no idea what sort of thing this guy just rode in on. So it is that he hops down from his perch, a tall and utterly silent man (his feet don't even sound on the pavement, though he's not walking with any particular care toward stealth) with his scarf pulled up to his nose despite the lack of chill. His eyes are solidly on the bike.