Scor's head bobbed in a nod, he would wait for her. When she came back, he had used his wand to multiple his helmet so that she would have one herself. He held the identical one out to her. "For you, I can shrink it to fit if it's too big," he said happily.
Once the helmet was out of his hands, he slipped his back on to his head, before he was heading back to his bike. He swung one leg over, straddling the bike. It was then that he held his other hand out for her, an offer to help her on the back of the bike. "Anywhere you'd like to go?" he called out to her.