When Christine pointed, Tink looked over her shoulder at the things that she called car, nodding her head in understanding. She had never seen anything like it before, so her eyes had widened slightly and she fell silent as she looked at the car as each one drove past them.
Tink flew everywhere, she could get to Earth and then back to Neverland, so flying wasn't the issue for her, but she was curious and she wanted to see the 'car' up close. She turned back to Christine and nodded at her in agreement, having a better idea, that was if Christine didn't mind. Tink was tiny enough that she could fit into a shirt pocket or sit on someone's shoulder as long as they were keeping a steady walking pace. She was, afterall, only three inches tall and didn't weigh very much. So, with that, Tink trusted Christine enough to sit on her shoulder, so Christine could take them quickly to the car.