The Black Rider applied her hand to the front of her helmet in an unmistakable facepalm. Never mind. He'd just have to catch on as they went, and hopefully he realized that he should hang on as Shooter began to turn to start trotting down the street. At least Celty kept him at a walking pace until Reeve seemed secured enough to go faster. She didn't want to linger in case the cats had second thoughts.