"Fair enough," says Palamedes as he gets in the car. The door's handle is familiar, and the seat similar enough to those on buses and space ships alike, and neither trips him up. "Where I come from, the combustion engine is an ancient technology. Even if you could somehow get your hands on enough petrol to get one running, they've been out-of-date for a myriad at least." He gives a shrug and laughs a little. "And now, here I am inside and automobile."