[ There's a lot of staring from him, too, but for different reasons. It takes him a second to inhabit the current moment properly, briefly dumbstruck by finding such a surreal setting. ]

Cars, [ he says, and grapples internally for an explanation. ] Uh.. you travel in 'em.

[ But cars are going to be the least of her questions, probably. He tries to elaborate, clumsy: ] A machine inside a shell, 'cause... machines get smaller and more complicated, and people make machines that do all kinds of shit.

[ Caveman simplistic. Potentially not helpful. ]