Not a house but Nux doesn't care enough to correct, his nerves vibrating just like the seat he sits on, the car they're in as he revs it hard, makes it rumble. It's a fine beast for how sleek and pristine it is, this engine, and Nux knows he can push it to its limit. White-knuckled hands grip at the wheel and squeeze all the more in response to Cole's shout, mistaking any sort of fear for excitement. How could you not be?

"Alive!" He agrees, yanking it into drive and accelerating rapidly, no warning, no need-- they start flying in seconds. Nothing in the way and miles of plateau. It's like home, but colder and darker. More seconds and Nux is testing the speedometer, the red needle at the very edge of its allowed gauge. That's a limit that doesn't last long around War Boys.

"-- And so smooth!" Shouting over the roar of one-sixty-miles-per-hour.