She doesn't move at first, watching the biker. Wants to make sure before she ends up on the wrong side of town with the wrong side of guy. But the jacket and the green trim and green trimmed bike, and stopping here? Must be them.

Deep breath, Pidge. Her face is schooled to seriousness, business, as she approaches, determined. "Nice ride." Best way to say hello. She doesn't...know anything about bikes, actually, but she'd be willing to bet it's nice for what it is.