You'd think they'd have prepared some sort of short presentation on operating this thing, [ he murmurs as he's clambering inside next to her. This space really isn't conducive to wearing a hat, so he rather reluctantly removes his own, placing it with some reverence on the dashboard that he doesn't know is called a dashboard so he can take a better look. ]

Yes, I think you're right. [ He plucks the key from her and slots it in, giving it a sharp clockwise turn. The car rumbles to life, and his mouth is open to declare "a-ha" when the radio jolts on too, but all that spits out of it is a long hiss of static occasionally broken by tiny fragments of music. ] Jesus, I hope it's not meant to make that noise all the time.