[ The pause in response has her wondering if it's not something that he actually wants to talk about. Maybe she had typecast him as all of the teachers and professors that had taught her in the past who were wholly passionate about their craft and would happily go on for hours about it. But then she spies the flush of warmth colouring his cheeks and another thought takes hold.

Huh. Interesting. ]

Why don't we consider them office hours then?

[ She had never attended an office hour in her life back at the Academy. But this isn't some stuffy Reason class that she can barely make heads or tails of. As Scott speaks there's genuine interest in her expression - an interest in learning about his world, his time, this mode of transport that she'd never seen or heard of before. ]

Is it safe? To drive in I mean. We have wyverns and pegasi that can fly so fast that it feels like your eyelashes are going to fly off sometimes, but I don't know what that would be in relation to a car.

[ And while she really is paying attention (a fact that would be shocking to some that might know her), she's also inching a little bit closer towards him so that her fingertips come to rest against his. If she's aware she doesn't seem to let on. Hilda only has eyes for him. ]