[ well fuck him he guesses, that's what he gets for asking: an honest answer. not sure if it makes him feel better or worse. b...etter? maybe?

what really makes him feel better is discovering that this guy who doesn't know an animal from a paripus evidently knows exactly where they are. or at least what they're in, even if all of the words he uses to explain it to him are words he's not entirely familiar with. parking clicks, so he decides this is akin to a gauntlet runner. which means it can move. which means... ]

Hang on, if it's parked that means it can move, right? Can you move it? You know how to pilot one of these things?

[ his eye lights on the front seat—and the steering wheel. looks like a turny gadget to him, and he points it out like that means something. ]

If you're sure we're in the... garage, and this runner's runnin', then you can make yourself useful and get me outta here.