"Driving," he echoes somewhat curiously. It's not as if it doesn't -- didn't -- happen on the Colonies, but the young Felix Gaeta was not exactly the type to get in invited on road trips, and had never lacked the cash to fly. Of course, Dean isn't much of a flyer anyway, he knows. "So is it much like this? This is... It's not bad."

It seems more than not bad, really, but he's still too wary to be too enthusiastic. It's just... there have been breaches, and there have been ports he'd care to forget more than remember, but to stand on warm sand on his own two -- two! -- feet, his own mind in his own body for once, real sun on his face, real salt on the wind... and to know that it's Earth... now that he's not focusing on the dream or Elena, it's hard not to feel that sense of wonderment, the excitement brimming in his stomach.

Of course, he knows well enough from Dean what else can be found on this planet, and he knows it's not all sunshine and beaches. He knows if he stays long enough he'll find plenty to upset him. But for once, he doesn't hate the Barge as much as he usually does. Not for a few hours, at least.

"I saw a sushi place back down the road," he decides, taking over, reaching back out to tug at Dean's wrist. "Come on."