Ruby was surprised the machine still worked, but she it was a pleasant surprise. "Yeah, thanks." She felt another little flutter, but she pushed it away and focused on his question about the horses.
There was one that was a faded grey with what was probably black hair once. Ruby liked it because of the flowers on the inside part that still had almost all its colour - probably the sun hadn't been able to get at it as much.
She walked over to it and the climbed on, half waiting for it to fall or disintegrate as she put her weight on it, but it was solid. "I used to always name the horses I rode on these things..." She looked down at it thoughtfully, feeling almost like she was a kid again - a kid before the crap happened at home "maybe I'll call this one Mabel."