There's a grunt from him as he's pushed back a couple steps and the phone muffles a little while she waits for an answer as he makes sure to knock the two remaining guys out. "Hurrying, love." Because really, he doesn't want to stick around and have anyone see what he's done if he can help it either. Which means that he books it over to the pet store quick as he can.

The way the hover-motorcycle comes to a stop next to him does still his heart for a moment, his hand fisted and raised in a defensive position until the face plate retracts. It takes him a second to switch gears that this is his wife, not someone coming to take him in or try to beat him anymore than he's gotten. Not that he questions her either, shifting to get on behind her easily and quickly.

His hands settle around her waist, though can he help if one strays a little to feel her suit? Because he's never seen her in anything like this before, and even in the thick of danger he can't help realize and appreciate how she looks it in. "Any idea what in the name of the gods is going on? I came out of work and was attacked... And also where did you get all of this?" The question, even with her getting them moving is easily heard because his chin rests on her shoulder as she drives them wherever she feels is safest.