Yipe! Sena's white-knuckled clutching the door trim and middle-seat cupholder. It's more for the fact that he doesn't know where they're going (or what an alien drive-thru would be like); speed is fine. It's what he does.

Getting better used to this, somehow, he can start paying attention to the scenery. Lots and lots of cabins...it's like some kind of vacation place, minus the shrines. And humans. But the more he keeps thinking about what's different the less comfortable he becomes; it's probably best to try and think positive and tackle things one step at a time. This step can just be trying to figure out food. A...big step, but he's got to try.

"I suppose I should try and ask somebody who might know..." he wonders aloud, turning his head to watch a passing Yoopper.