[ He drops a friendly wink before powering down-- turning off the bike. ] I won't hold it against you.
[ He scans the sky, looking for shapes that don't belong, listening for sounds he would know if he heard them. ] Sorry. I'll try to race quietly next time.
[ It's a joke, not sarcasm, and the way he says it makes that clear enough. ] You an artist?
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[ He scans the sky, looking for shapes that don't belong, listening for sounds he would know if he heard them. ] Sorry. I'll try to race quietly next time.
[ It's a joke, not sarcasm, and the way he says it makes that clear enough. ] You an artist?