"Not really machinery," Levi disagreed slowly. "Not like -- what are they? They use them here to unload things. Something about utensils." He couldn't remember the word, but he'd thought it stupid when he'd originally heard it. He shook his head, waved the idea off. "We call it 3D maneuver gear. Where I'm from. It's sort of like flying by grappling." He wasn't sure how to explain something that had been commonplace in his own world, and so he shrugged and got out of the car. Levi supposed it didn't really matter right now anyway.
He glanced up at Dean, wondered over the deep breathing. Was bowling stressful? Or was it just the situation? Either way, he ignored it (as he tended to do when he wasn't sure what to do about something) and stepped up beside the other man. "I understand the gist, now. You throw a ball and knock pins down for points. The person with the highest count wins. Were you planning on cheating?" He quirked a brow, amused, before heading in and rather just expecting Dean would follow.
He wasn't really expecting the loud upbeat music when he stepped in, or the blue carpet that someone had apparently vomited shapes up onto. But the smell was interesting, like liquor and pizza and some kind of ... soap, maybe, when he stepped up to the counter.