Eric prefers leisurely drives. If he really wants to get somewhere fast, he can always fly. He nods a little. "That's young to leave home," he remarks. Assuming she's from this century anyway, it's young. He's, in a round about way, asking why she left home, but leaving room for her not to expound upon that if she doesn't want to.

"Oh really? That story sounds as if you need a drink to tell it and more time than we've got left in this drive."