"Oh animation, oh yes. Directed at children." She says the word 'children' the way some people might say the word 'xenomorph'. It's a concept she's aware of, but it is so strange to her, it's vaguely disconcerting.

Her gaze passes from one vehicle to the next, to the next, bouncing back and forth between the rows.

"Judging by the smell, most of these are still fueled with petroleum products. Rudimentary combustion engines?"