"It's ... better than walking," he agrees, without clarifying that he had no intention of trying to drive ANYTHING. Him? Drive? He could manage an automatic if he really had to but otherwise, no luck!

Flying had its risks too but he was sure he could mitigate those with the comfort of nightfall and perhaps a blindfold. As much as he was pretty sure Vash wouldn't recoil in disgust or call him an abomination or something, there was still a fair bit of unease in revealing any of it to someone else. "I did a little bit of asking. If the hole or the ruins last a few days, there's no reason to think this won't either."

Probably. He's willing to wait and find out because six layers under the desert suns was not something he wanted to do even more than he /did/ want to go see the city himself. "It's ... it's silly, but I can't help but wonder, if ..." He leans back too, propped mostly on blankets and mattresses, expression a touch wistful. "Anyone there might be familiar." Probably not. July didn't exactly disappear recently. ..Did it?