"Why thank you." He will graciously accept all compliments because while he knows he looks good, it's nice to have that confirmed. Even though he suspects Fio would tell him the same no matter what he was wearing.

"Ah, you do not have automobiles in your world." He shakes his head sadly, how do people live without cars? A travesty. "They're called cars. All of these are versions of them, except the one with the flat part in the back, that's a truck. And they're used for transportation much like a carriage, but far faster and easier."

Folding the cloth he'd been using as a polishing rag he tucks it in his pocket. "Would you like to go for a ride? I can't guarantee there's much to see out in the desert, but you can see more of it without having to walk."