Cazali caught the helmet with no problem, but seemed to overanalyze it as if he wasn't sure what to do with it. On one hand, he had no skull to cave in. On the other...it'd help block his face off and probably make him not get so motion sick. Vehicles and Caz never did go together too well.

He took his hat off and slung it around the metal chain at his hip, slipping the helmet on less than gracefully. He even approached the bike, but...seemed to hesitate, giving a laugh under the helmet.

"You're sure a trusting guy~" It wasn't meant to be suspicious, actually. Caz sat himself on the back of the bike, looking around like he was expecting handles. This was far from the cycles he was used to seeing. Aw, screw it. He didn't need to hold anything. "Okay~"