[No! They don't! Imagine like the Renaissance and also spaceships, nothing in between. Also, the sun is a little new to her, too, so she'll shield her eyes as she takes in. This entire scene? Which is all extremely strange and alien to her?]
[She sulks a little, because she thinks these sunglasses are actually lame and stupid, but she needs them. She'll hop into the passenger seat, though.]
. . . There are so many people out driving. Is this typical for you?
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. . . What is the target, again?
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[Sheila.
She stops in front of the panel, and pauses.]
... Wait. Do you know what a Walmart is?
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[Sheila. She barely knows what earth is. She looks very lost.]
. . . I'm sure I'll catch on fast. [Also why does Sheila's vagina look like a bullseye.]
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[i'm sure there's a pun to be made here about bullseye vaginas but i will not make it.
she slaps the panel, and suddenly-- they are standing next to a range rover on a driveway. do... do cars exist in bone world...]
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. . . Oh.
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She turns to look at her with a frown, already holding the fake car keys.]
... Are you okay?
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[She's sort of looking around, taking it in, and she'll reach into her pocket and pull out her envelope with a pair of sunglasses on and put them on.]
Let's go.
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Looking good!
[Work those mystery sunglasses, harrow. She unlocks the car and pops the driver's seat door open.]
Hop on in. Dealing with traffic is part of the experience.
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[She sulks a little, because she thinks these sunglasses are actually lame and stupid, but she needs them. She'll hop into the passenger seat, though.]
. . . There are so many people out driving. Is this typical for you?