[He pretends to just follow her lead when she bites into her meat, taking a piece off his own skewer and lightly chewing while making sure that nothing lands on his open white shirt or blue swim trunks. Not like he's a model of fashion or anything, but being clean and etc. There's something very relaxing about this, maybe that's why there's a certain warmth starting to build up in his chest? It's a minor one, but he feels it, encouraging to continue sharing stories with her.

Not that he needed much encouragement anyway.]

Oh, it's basically learning about the basics of cars and how they work. [He explains offhandedly, only realizing a few seconds later that maybe there's some cultural differences between them. Mainly, time differences.]

I hope this isn't presumptuous of me, but... do cars exist where you're from? [Comes the genuine question, Scott looking at Hilda with curiosity.]