This black-haired youth squints as he notices a lone silhouette near the shoulder of the road. So few locals knew the road existed at all; as the road was only used by Shinra officials to maintain Gongaga's lone reactor. A thunderstorm loomed in the skies above, the occasional rumble of distant thunder being the only thing audible above the roar of his motorcycle's engine. He began to slow down as he caught up with this person, placing one foot down upon the asphalt. The teen is dressed well for a nearly off road shortcut through the jungle. Thick soled leather boots, well fitted denim jeans, and a worn leather jacket, currently zipped closed. He might be a familiar face, those steel blue eyes behind dark framed glasses. There is some stubble along his jawline, perhaps he was an evening or two overdue for a shave.
"Hey, hey--," He cut off the motorcycle's engine so he didn't need to shout. "There's a storm rolling in fast. Do you think you can make it home on foot?"