Laszlo pulls a kind of dubious face at the offer, shaking his head slowly. He's not particularly excited about the idea of clinging to another man's back whilst perched on a motorbike. The men should be clinging to his back, thank you.

"I'll, uh... decline. Thanks."

He jerks a thumb backwards toward the garage or whatever passes for one in this sad excuse for a breaker's yard. "I'm just waiting for them to put windows in."

Tinted windows, so he won't immediately burn to a crisp as the sun comes up, but that detail is on a need-to-know basis.