He wiped his hands off and headed over. He'd spent most of the day outside the garage proper, combing through some junkyards for very specific parts that weren't available through manufacturers any more for a custom build. It left him just as dirty and sweaty as if he'd been in the shop all day. And he hadn't even found the part he wanted. Still had four more yards to go through. But he also needed to check in with the shop.

It was a lot. Tiring, too.

He grabbed the chair next to Nancy, turned it around, and sat down straddling it, "'Sup?"