"Vintage Bentley?" John whistled, impressed. He had a thing for old cars, actually. He'd restored a 1962 Thunderbird himself back home, loved the thing to death, but it stopped mattering to him so much once he'd been away from home long enough. Lots of things on Earth had.

"Well, you might fly better in something like that," John told him, motioning to the sketch again. "It can fly in atmosphere, but it's designed for space flight. Makes things a lot less bumpy. 'Course, it depends on who you're driving with...."