Oliver's eyes watched Jack as he revved the snowmobile then carefully pulled away to circle the house, then turned his attention back to the pair, his gaze focusing on Marco. "You probably won't need to worry too much, bein' that you're not drivin', and it's probably shady with all the trees, but better to be safe than sorry. Beats gettin' a headache, or bein' blind whenever you go back indoors." He let the corner of his mouth turn up, as he added with a playful preen. "Plus I look cool."
He tapped a hand against a handlebar as if to get all of them back on track. "Alright," he nodded once, then twisted at the waist and reached a hand back to touch a handle on the side of the back half of the snowmobile. "We got grips on both snowmobiles, and on both sides. You guys can hold onto these, or onto us, we're not gonna be goin' fast and it should be nice and clear. You gotta stay seated, and keep your hands close though, so no reachin' out to point at somethin' unless we're on one of the roads and we don't have any trees or anythin' around. You wanna stop, or if you get uncomfortable, you tap a shoulder and we'll pull over. It'll be hard to hear over the sound of the snowmobile, and we can hear if you shout, but respondin' to the tap is gonna let us know it's important. You got it?"