None at all? We had cars, they just...didn't work. Well, I suppose it's more accurate to say we had parts of cars.

[Husks, really, stripped of anything useful long ago. Not all helpful to Arthur's current predicament. Maybe he should have paid more attention to them, he'd always had a knack with machines, but it had never occurred to him. They were...well...skeletons, in a way. It seemed wrong to disturb them.

Granted, his little bus is in roughly the same aesthetic condition. But with a bit of fixing up, it could be a bloody groovy little automobile.]

Ah, well, I'm certainly game to give it a go!

[There isn't much of a choice. And thinking ahead, the automobiles they've both ended up with are terribly useful for a nomadic sort of life. The big one's practically a flat on wheels, or could be. The odd young lady could live very comfortably in a thing like that.

Besides, it's nice to get a bit of encouragement. It's been a while since anyone gave him that.]