Sinclair knew that he could expect such remarks. He personally hated it, but he was here to gain the trust of the Ryccian people and that is what he would do. He continued to smile as he joked around.

"Oh nature is for sure on Louisiana. As for the cowboys... Well... I can't argue with your statemen as we sometimes see them in our cities. Though they are quite the cheerful folk. I'm sure the Vurbentans would find that to their liking."

"As for my service... I'm not a man to brag about it. We had to do some things we're proud of and some things we're not proud of. We all answered the Lion's call during the timed it most desperately needed."

Sinclair let is sink for a few heartbeats. If the extravagant Ryccian knew anything about social norms within the military, he would know not to further indulge in Sinclair's past. He would try to divert the man's attention to something else.

"Well... A car is basically like your flying speeders on wheels. You know those old round objects people used back in the day. Well wheels just help your main part of the car where you sit in to  "hover". Albeit through mechanical engineering. You see, we Stoinians prefer to have a sort of connection with the road."

Sinclair chuckled at the thought of it. Even a simple meaning as a road may not have much meaning to these people.

"It's difficult to describe. Perhaps it would be best to experience it for yourself one day. What do you say? Is a race to drive as fast as possible in a straight line something for you Caesar? I think you might like it."

Sinclair gave Caesar a sort of devious smile. Maybe one day Caesar Flickerman would race against him. Sinclair quite enjoyed the thought of that actually.