It was difficult every time he did this; Naomi had to forcibly remind herself that the human gazing at her wasn't actually a human, but an alien car robot-- not that she liked him any less for it. She'd first met him as a car, after all, and it hadn't taken long before she'd settled into a comfortable (if unusual) friendship with him. Not going home just yet had to be hard, but the selfish part of her was glad he could stay with her.

"I can show you around," she volunteered, glancing over her shoulder to make sure her supervisor wasn't lurking. "I'll be able to get you inside a little bit later, and then you can meet some of my friends, but you must be bored just sitting here."