"My bike?" because the math in that particular equation did not make sense in his brain. He looked down at the machine in question.

"He's heard my bike a thousand times. He's helped me fix it up more than once. How'd my bike send him through the ceiling and why are you on something?" He squared his shoulders a little.

"I know I'm off in Bludhaven with my own life and everything but it'd be nice to hear something every once in a while before I stumble into it and send Superman through the ceiling."