[His smile tugs to one side in amusement as Amelia opens the passenger side door for him; he slides into his seat and briefly takes stock of their surroundings, recognizing the car as Berna's but many of the belongings in it to be Amelia's— he's seen a number of those tote bags during previous outings, for one.]

You call this 'mess?'

[He chuckles warmly, belting himself in and giving a shake of his head.]

Well, I suppose by your standards. [His own are hardly lax; he may occasionally be a bit absorbed in his work and become a touch absent-minded about leaving things in places they don't necessarily belong, but he's a thorough perfectionist at his core, which does not allow for much in the way of mess. Amelia, however, is on an entirely different level, he's noticed.] I don't know that I've ever seen you drive anywhere before— I never thought to ask if there was a reason for that.