The speeder slightly sags with new weight as Shiro leans his arm against it, leaning against the speeder. "I thought I heard you earlier. Doing okay out here?" He'd been in the middle of mediating between two surly drunks when Hunk tried his luck. He'd have sighed and talked to him about this sooner but. Drunks.

Why did he agree to the bar again? He pauses, breathes in and blinks. "...wait, why does the speeder smell like a bakery?"