In a way, he's reminded of some of his companions from back home. Living with a bunch of immortals bound to demons produces all sorts of strange abilities, speed being a fairly common one, but none move with this kind of almost frantic energy. It's interesting, just not enough for him to think on as he hits the alley more or less in stride with Tracer, surprised at how she's quite suddenly there and turned around. Ah... what?

"Sounds good to me," he says instead, the confusion leaving his face in favour of a lop-sided grin, moving forward until he's behind her and out of her throwing radius. Knees bent, hand on the hilt of his silent sword, he waited for her actions as the bear thumped against the wagon. A roar of pain and frustration before a barrel is batted down to the stone, thunking and starting to leak. The bear rounds the corner, lumbering closer at a slower run than before, favouring its right shoulder.