[He's got a wallet, now, and it's got all sorts of things in it. But he's still not entirely familiar with Mayfield currency. He pulls out a paper bill with a 20 on it, and is told it's too big to change. It takes awhile to work down to a five, and he still gets money back.]

It's my car, it's only right I pay.

Isn't it?

Oh, right. They wouldn't know it was my car... and should assume normally that the owner is the driver.

So...

Why didn't they?

[He understand the prejudices of his world, including its patriarchal aspects, but he's also a spark, and would himself assume that whoever was driving a Fine Machine like the Cadillac must be the Spark, and therefor the owner.]