This was awkward, wasn't it? He wasn't making it better and he knew it. The problem was, he didn't know how to remedy the situation. Even as she tried avoiding his gaze, he could still see her. And he knew she was intentionally trying to avoid watching him. Maybe he should think of a way to politely decline.
She was asking how he'd gotten there. Right. "Normal" people drove cars, he supposed. "I walked," he answered, waiting for judgment, surprise, or both to cross her face. Neither would particularly be an issue for him. So long as she didn't face him with fear or even hatred.