Silo took note of the answer he received from Salazar, to ensure that he'd remember it. Although ready to begin walking, he paused when the man began speaking once more, looking over his shoulder back towards him.<span style="font-style: italic">Drive.. That'd be nice..</span>Walking was fine, and he didn't really mind being in a car, but driving one just drove him stir-crazy. He couldn't stand the constant anxiety and paranoia. Silo gave a small huff when Salazar promised not to bite, ready to make a smart remark before seeing the lights of the car flash, quickly drawing his attention.<span style="font-style: italic">I'm sure it'll be fine.</span>he told himself, hesitantly giving a small nod. "Alright." He verbally agreed, heading towards the silver car in assumption that it was Salazar's after he'd pressed the button.<br/><br/>"I'll keep my eyes on you, though," He warned in a partially playful manner, glancing towards Salazar. Heading to the car, Silo pulled open the passenger side door and slipped into the seat, quickly buckling himself up almost as soon as he'd shut the door.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope he's not a fast driver..</span>He dryly hoped to himself. "Thanks." It was getting a bit chilly out now that winter was just around the corner, but that really wasn't the problem. "I didn't mind the lecture, really." He'd almost.. Enjoyed it. "Seems you know a lot- But I guess I should expect that, since you are a history professor." Silo could never imagine himself being a professor or teacher in any way- He didn't have the patience for it.