[He saw that, Hiro! Rear view mirrors, bro. He has them, and he finds the configuration of your fingers unacceptable, no matter how much the shop keeper doesn't like foreigners.

BUT he scoots them right on out of there, frowning all the while. The situation just feels a little too familiar for his liking, but he follows Hiro's instructions... for a moment. He takes the left carefully, checks to be sure they're far enough out of the range of any angry shop keepers or foot traffic, and then abruptly stops the scooter so he can reach back and try to pull Hiro into a headlock.]

One! Stop antagonizing the locals. Two! If I see that gesture again I'm taking your tool set away. Three! Show me where the nearest gas station is and then I'll think about being your personal taxi service.