It wouldn't be so difficult. We'd just have to go to sleep and brave the sandstorm. I have little doubt we can handle ourselves in that, if you can tolerate my driving.

[She was a menace, and the only real reason it was ok in the Great Sleep was that she was able to drive without anyone else on the road to crash into.]

I... would very much like you to know more about me, not simply the things I tell you. And we could think of it as a good way to charge your coins if you haven't. But really...

That's not why I want to do this. Here? I can do something I could never do at home to help you understand me. And vice versa.