[ There's a hum at the answer — thoughtful, if a little wary. She's still watching the man — robot — behind the bar while Scott takes his notes, stamping down the curiosity in favor of propriety. Maybe if the conversation comes back around that way, she'll ask.

For now, the question has her turn back around. There's a brief beat, a flit of her gaze wandering elsewhere, before she finds her words. ]

Based on conversations with others, it seems that the world I hail from is far more primitive than what is found here. I've only learned what a car is upon my arrival here — our main forms of transportation were carriages on land, ships for the sea, and pegasi and wyverns for the air.

[ A beat. ] Though I have been informed that for other Fluxdrifts, my home sounds ... fantastical. [ Mostly the pegasi and wyverns. The dragons too, but she hasn't really told anyone about that yet. ] Is that the case for you, as well?