Tinker Bell noticed when Christine moved her hand as if to protect her, causing the tiny fairy to look up at the very tall human woman and smile at her, before looking once more around the car. She had never been in a car before that point, and it wasn't so bad. Peter had never mentioned anything about cars, Tink wasn't really sure how much Peter knew of the world before he left. She was sure, now, that he knew a great many things. Maybe if they ever met again, they would have much to talk about concerning the world.
Tinker Bell had no sense of time, she was so little that time seemed simply to race by without her even noticing, but when the car came to its final halt, and Christine moved her hand, Tinker Bell took to the air, fluttering her wings gently as she hovered, watching Christine exit the car.
Tink nodded at the woman, to let her know she understood, before flying around Christine in a happy circle, covering her once more with pixie dust, purely by accident of course. Tink moved to settle once more on Christine's shoulder, waiting for the woman to walk, staring up at the big house. Tink knew houses and this one was very lovely.