((Yeah, where is your motorcycle caellath? I hope you remembered where you parked...))
It's with Casslan. He's just leisurely pushing it by the handle bar:
The person hums a cheery tone that is reminiscent of battle chants or chivalric songs as they push a large and ancient two-wheeled vehicle, having apparently unmounted after noticing a sign of civilization so close. There is no ranged weaponry displayed on their body nor on their transport, though an arming sword's sheath is seen at his waist - sword included.
"I've never seen one myself..."
"God knowleche! I shal seche a trok." Casslan had uttered from within the confines of his helmet when told of such a great race of warmongering beasts, swearing to find one after complimenting Kat's knowledge on the matter. He even sounded like a man with a mission while doing so, mostly thanks to his beliefs of being a knight who fought for justice and was bound to help rebuild human civilization.
He did, however, remain silent while his companion and the stranger had a short conversation pertaining to cars - something he had certainly already seen, though it was not a name for them he used himself. His own loyal steed had served him faithfully so far, though he did recall more people had such steeds and protected them jealously - and with good reason, of course.
The knight follows his companions, affectionately patting his motorcycle's fuel tank like one would do to a horse as he keeps pushing it by the handle's grips.
"Aaah, a hoom past th rade." His comment apparently praised an opportunity to walk into civilization after so much time living on the road.