"Oh, so you do know which one's mine? That really is incredible. No, not the fact that I have a car, genius. As you so deftly pointed out, I've been on this godforsaken rock six months, what, you think I've been running around chasing crooks on foot that whole time?"

With a tone that adds idiot, and none too quietly, as the rickety wooden stairs clatter under his shoes and he makes for the Mustang. "Maybe put a siren on a scooter, or rented a bike?"