Elliot nodded as he carefully put the items away in the storage under the seat. He made extra careful of the pot since the man seemed most worried about it. He patted the seat with a pleased smile. "Don't worry, all carefully put away safely! I'll get you there with nothing broken. Don't you worry, Kimeya." He had to slow his speaking to make sure he pronounced it right. The accent was different but it didn't sound like he expected. Then again, what did he expect? Nothing. This man was a customer, and he'd treat him as one.

"Silver Street isn't far, sir. I'll get you there in no time, no worries! Now, up you go." He said as he placed one hand on the door and offered the man his hand if he wanted help to get in. He might not, men usually did but it was polite to offer nonetheless. "Looks like you have quite a dinner planned with all the stuff you bought today!"