It’s late at night and while he’s on the road with his bike, he notices you wandering by the side of the road. Not wanting to leave you there, at night and also alone in a fairly isolated place, he stops at the side of the road next to you and pulls up the tinted visor of his helmet, looking at you. "Hey, I don't want to sound harassing, but I saw you alone and wanted to ask you if you needed any help... or a ride." He says, in a high but gentle tone of voice, to overpower the noise of the bike.