He shook his head in something close to awe. "Wouldn't disagree with you on that one. The Bentley was classy before automotive companies had figured out cars should be." Crowley had to know his stuff to be able to keep a car that old in good enough condition to drive. Especially if he used it for more than the auto show, which was the impression John was getting.

A sheepish expression flitted across his face at the question. "Make sure I don't forget anything. What everything looks like back home." And he had a moment to realize what he had called it, called Moya. Home now, not 'that place he was trying to leave so he could get back to Earth.' Little lost John Crichton, still trying to find his way back to Kansas. Only now Kansas had changed shape. "It was the vehicle of choice for someone back there. Who I miss. I guess that's what brought it up."