Lulu smiled at him, wondering how he managed to ride a motorcycle and smoke at the same time. She noticed the metal object on his belt and was curious to see what sort of weapon it was. She'd never been good with weapons, her arms far too weak to lift any sort of sword.
She nodded an answer to his question, going to the bike and swinging a leg on. She didn't hesitate to put her arms around his torso once she was settled; if she had to pick between that or falling off, she would gladly cling to the thief.