The speeder puttered forward at the turn of the handle under their curled costs. Kylo said nothing as he remained a steady guide, as if he had done this often. Though he seemed like the type to be no less educated in driving a speeder as he was in any education. He was intelligent--yet blinded.
After a few minutes just going straight or making minor turns, all of which led around the city and back to the shop or apartments he asked, "How are you feeling?" It was a genuine question of interest and over the buzz of the speeder he did not sound quite as emotionless as usual.