"Sort of like cars, yes. I wouldn't recommend going to space in a car, though. Your death would probably be horrific." He said this cheerfully, and even took a moment to imagine that. Yes, quite horrific.

When he came back to himself, he tilted his head to the side. "The future... so you're from the past?" He looked Pullo up and down briefly. Roman, maybe from the time of Julius Cesar? Ivan focused on his face again and gave him a curious look. "What are you doing here, then?"