When the guys started yelling at her, the visor on her helmet flipped down to protect her from the spit flying at her, though she seemed unbothered by the fact they were mad at her. What? She said she was sorry and also she was rather use to humans yelling at her by this point so it wasn't like it was a new thing.

"Yeah, sorry again." 

Her attention shifted to the guy in a headlock... She slowly started to follow the group, her bike having a very slow gear for some reason. 

"Hey, is your freind ok with you doing that to him?"