Ray found the idea of a horseless carriage quite novel, even if it stank of engine smoke. However, Ray found the scent of smoke less offensive than the smell of horse dung, and whatever waste it made was simply dispelled straight into the air rather than into an unpleasant pile. 

The Glimmering Tin Tavern was a sight dingier and grayer than Ray would have liked from a drink house. Taverns were supposed to be places of joviality but this place seemed like it was a place to drown in regret; there was nothing glimmering about the Glimmering Tin. Ray took a glass of juice that Nolan had bought for everyone, sipping it sourly. He figured he'd purchase one of their finer bottles of wine before they left, though he doubted they had anything of quality behind the bar.