"S'not my fault you're tempting." The worst part is, anything really might fall off. John is mostly uncertain at this point if this car (which he secretly named Lester after an awfully annoying excuse of a mate back home) is a real thing. The signals only work when they want to and the speedometer only works when he flicks it first. On the plus side, all the doors open and there's a built in ashtray. Which he puts to use immediately because it's wise to smoke while driving otherwise he might fall into distraction by road rage. It's a thing.
"You look really proper and all," he says between cigarette and a really sharp left hand turn. It's definitely a compliment. It's also really damn awkward.