Boys on white horses don't know how to ride (Braddock)
Gretchen had very specifically not asked about the car.

This wasn't like sneaking into Old Town Strelsau to hide in dark labyrinthine alleys and watch him do card tricks. She knew that. It was hard to gauge precisely what sort of ride she was along for.

And that, considering how sideways the world was, was fine.

"So what happens now?"