It's never anything less than completely fascinating to watch him switch from one form to another like that. For him to rearrange his metal body so completely as to seemingly become something else is just... She marvels at the sight of it for a moment, walking up to stand beside him as he settles on the driveway, only pulled out of her staring when he calls for her attention.

"...how in the Sam Hill did we get to Iowa?" The southern comes right out of her in that exclamation. Sure, she'd wondered at their location, neither of their home cities being near to where corn might usually grow, but it was a different matter entirely to have her suspicions confirmed. Stepping over to the truck, she leans against the windows, cupping her hands to peer through dirty glass and finding no answers within. There's just more rust and dirt and old cracked leather.

"I'm gonna try the house, see if anyone's home." Just because it's quiet doesn't mean there might not be someone inside. Or maybe Iowa would prove to be like the South where only city folks locked their doors and she'd be able to use their phone.