"Your dad doesn't mind me being here, does he?" he asked as they headed for the ramp. It wasn't every day you got driving lessons from a real god (god? God? eh, whatever), after all, and he didn't want to do anything to fuck it up.
"Yeah," he replied, looking all round the interior and taking in all the little details as they walked up to the front. "She showed me how her ship works, all the levers and buttons and shit, and what they do. If these ships're anything like cars, then I reckon the basics'll be similar, no matter the ship, it's just gonna be up to the builders for the details, you get me?"