Hans winced. "I knew there was something I had forgotten. I have been distracted these past few days- the theater, and the stories... I blame you, Benoit."
He smiled, and took off his helmet to place it in the sidecar along with his coat. He trusted that no one would have the audacity to steal either.
He ran a hand through his hair in case it was flatted from the helmet. "Do I look presentable?" he asked.