A single brow raised at the attempted 'small talk' made by the slayer. A thought was briefly given if she should give into this flight of fancy for a topic. "Six cylinder or eight?" Brows then knit together waiting to hear the answer as her own opinions bounced around in her head at what kind of engine a car like that deserved to have, but she'd wait and see what the slayer thought appropreiate before trying to correct the girl. With the next question the hired hand nodded her head down the street to what was clearly becoming visible as a small diner. "There." The single word response seemed to be enough but for some strange reason a few other words slipped out. "Been 'ere a few times, food's decent."