The warning klaxon was almost music to Tron's ears, especially considering it meant that he wasn't going to get flattened today after all. Be'ef officially had other problems to deal with.

He wasn't too worried. The engine might be shot, but whoever had built this thing at least had the sense to give life support multiple redundancies. If he did get swept out-- and given the maximum speed the bike could attain now, it was a possibility-- he had his own air. Unlike Be'ef. It wasn't jumping under the bus if you came prepared.

Puttering back slowly wasn't really his idea of a good time, though, so he did nudge the bike back into motion (even if that motion was barely the speed of a decent jog) to try and compensate for the ever-more-insistent tug of the air leaving the rest of the hangar.