This is a baffling exchange. His eyes bounce back and forth between them, trying to understand what they possibly could mean.

"Car," he says after a second, trying to supply some kind of answer. That's the only object he's ever associated with driving, and it's not even really a place. He frowns deeply, trying to focus back into his memory. But there's nothing for him there. If only he'd been in the navy forty years ago he might have an answer.

So he shakes his head slightly, murmuring, "She told me to talk to Twelve. Where's she?"