It's the sound of the motorcycle that catches Pietro's attention, as the engine whines around the next corner over. The small cluck of irritation he gives in answer isn't for the disruption, nor the reckless speed at which it's traveling - quite the opposite, actually. It's how the glimpse of something moving at a pace he doesn't practically fall asleep watching feels like a breath of fresh air in a tomb.

And he can't follow. -Or he shouldn't. He can not only keep up with but probably beat the bike's pace, let the wind whip past his limbs like water, through tight turns and open roads, the very air cracking open in his wake.

He shouldn't.

But he knows that bike. He isn't sure why it took him a moment to remember, but if course he knows it, and the man riding it. That doesn't make it a good idea to show off his mutation in front of everyone else walking home tonight in Wayward Pines, but- maybe, at a more human pace, he can follow.

It's just after the crow that he finds the right turn and catches up. An eyebrow raise follows the offending bird. "Careful," he calls out as he approaches, "They've got long memories."

There's a hint of warmth in his tone, though, if you squint. Family is complicated, extended family as much as any, and while he does still consider this man - Poe? - to be more Cassian's family than his own, Pietro isn't displeased to see him, or his bike. (Especially not the bike.)

"I didn't know you were back."