[He's the cautious, systematic son of a meticulous spark. He's watching and nodding to himself, translating it to his own precautionary rituals.]

"Measure twice, cut once?" "Confirm all data?" "Always make sure the Bunsen burner is off before lighting a spark nearby?"

[He's of the opinion he'll probably be a good driver -- so long as he's not driving in his Madness Place. If he ever gets his Madness Place back, though, all bets are off.]

The key starts the car, the wheel steers it, the mirrors help you see what's around you without always having to turn your head away from what you're driving toward, and you treat the entire environment as potentially hostile.

Hmmmph. That last sounds like home.