It's a familiar sight, as much as he can have sights he considers familiar. Summer riding in on a bike, an pulling over her helmet with a flip of her hair. The smirk it puts on his face is familiar as well, and he's not really going to complain about that.
"Depends on who's eyes we're talkin' about," he remarks, looking around. "So are we the only ones here?" He means of their team, obviously, but who knows what else could be meant.