In a beaten up, genuine military grade t-shirt, jeans, combat boots and a leather jacket, Torque's idea of 'casual' was obviously far from hers. That the blonde on her blonde horse turned around to watch his approach was enough to make the former Marine slow down. Out of curiosity, if nothing else.
Even from far away he could see the animal had spooked at least a little, presumably from the none too quite engine of the motorcycle. He did not know much at all about horses, they had a natural aversion to him that he had only had to deal with the consequences of once. A bite from a horse he had nearly reciprocated in his then bad humor. He did not enjoy some herbivore taking a chunk out of his height.
So when he slowed and then idled nearby, boots coming down to brace either side of the bike, he kept his distance. With a banal, "Beautiful animal," tossed to the beautiful blonde woman.