Jane was having difficulty focusing on everything Oskar was saying. As she lowered her hands from her eyes, she could see the scenery whizzing past the windows. Averting her eyes from the terrifying speed that they were traveling at, she focused instead on Oskar himself. Car. That's what he said this was. He was taking her to Denver, and there would be a break. She didn't know what he meant when he said he would "text" his neighbors. Perhaps it was some sort of slang term for writing a letter?<br/><br/>As she tried to sort through what he had said, she was out of sorts enough that her thoughts weren't following a discernible pattern. Gasoline? This--car--ran on gasoline? She had only the vaguest knowledge on gasoline, but was pretty certain is was just a useless byproduct of making lamp oil. While it was nice that a use had been found for the waste, it didn't make a lot of sense to her. The quiet rumble of the car hummed beneath her. This was much smoother than a carriage.<br/><br/>"It's alright, Oskar, I didn't think about what to do after, either," she said, looking over the various knobs and buttons between them. Her curious nature was at war with the fear she had of the speed at which they were traveling. For now, her curiosity won out. "What are these?" She reached forward to press a button.