Utena blinked, wondering if she had heard her correctly.

"A car?"

Anthy nodded, smiling her changeless, enigmatic smile.

"Haven't you thought about it before, Utena-sama?" she asked her, casually removing her glasses and wiping them on the scarf of her sailor fuku. Utena propped her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm.

"Can't say that I have, actually."

She couldn't help but wonder what went on in Anthy's head.

"Well? Would you?"

Utena sighed. She may as well humor her and answer the question.

"No, Himemiya. I don't think I'd ever like to be a car."