He was still learning something, at least. ...When the Latin teacher wasn't disappearing and being replaced, anyway.

He blinked. "It's-" he laughed. "I have a Mitsubishi Evo. That's a car." He'd say it was his pride and joy, but he was always working on dreaming up a better version of it. Or he had been, before ending up here. Though, the agonizing weeks it'd been in the impound lot had nearly driven him out of his mind.

"Specifically, a sports car. Since I street race." It was only a bad idea to mention it if it was a secret, and it wasn't, so. "Not here, but- home."