"I wasn't going to aim for the trees," he replied with a smirk as he found the lever under the seat, moving it back. "Wow, the person who drives this thing must be short," he teased, changing subject for a moment, before glancing back at her and going back to his previous sentence. "The cabins, maybe. Or the maintenance shed..."
This was definitely going to be a one step at a time process, he thought but didn't say, as he followed her first instructions. He'd been here for a year, sure. But that didn't change the fact that he was from a time over eight hundred years ago, when something as simple as the smallest engine hadn't even been contemplated. Let alone cars.