Misao takes the helmet and settles it over her head. Her movements are slightly awkward, as if she's unsure of what she's doing. After that, she slips onto the bike behind him and, even more awkwardly, wraps her arms around Kiryu.

It's weird, to be holding onto somebody she doesn't know at all. Kyoto would, she thinks and cuts herself off. She's not in Kyoto right now.