Treasures of the Old World interested Alex greatly. Though the ones he tended to collect of hunt for weren't really the ones others would even look twice at. Oh he sort of understood Tris' love of the past, yet even then the young man's hunt had been for different trinkets too...things that even Tris likely thought to be just junk as well. As odd as it was Baker's house was filled with memories. Well not real memories by any means, but odds and ends...tiny fragments of things that his mind recalled. A vacuum cleaner like the one he remembered his mother once using. A collection of VHS tapes that he had recalled from his past.
For the last few years Ghost hadn't really been worried about gathering up wealth or shiny bits at all. Instead he had been doing his best to piece together whatever snippets of his past that he could. He couldn't go home, since he had no clue where home really was...but piece by piece the young man had slowly been gathering up all manner of 'worthless junk' because it was what he had remembered seeing in a life before the End. Oh sometimes he'd scavenge up something that just looked cool, but more often than not the young teleporter just brought back junk he faintly remembered having seen long ago. "Well don't let em get ya down, amigo. Their loss is your gain, after all!"
The mention of the car gave Ghost pause, and as he considered it for a moment the kid disappeared. A few seconds later he reappeared once more, smiling anew as an idea sprang to mind. "Well maybe ya could ask the Sheriff for help? I mean, why can't we get a tow truck or something, and bring the car back if ya really wanted it?" When the drink was offered he accepted it gladly, and after raising his glass in salute Baker took a slow sip at last.