Cameron consulted the map of New York she was building in her memory. "Fuel? I've never seen a machine quite like yours, but if it runs on gasoline, there is a service station five blocks North and three blocks East. It should be about a mile." She had learned that humans didn't appreciate distances given to the exact millimeter.
"That is a long way to push something that heavy looking. Do you need help? I was just going shopping, but I have some free time. Wouldn't it be easier to get some gas and carry it to your machine?"
She let her smile grow a little. This was apparently another man not from this place, and she wanted to learn as much as she could about what was going on.