[Point taken. Guy's hand shoots up, catches it with no problem. He turns it over, inspecting it for any damage. There's none. Good. He starts unwinding it, preparing the proper length for it to be fed into the solder. As he does so, he peers beneath the car's hood again.]
Where you planning to take her once we fix her up?
[This station's a whole lot of nothing, after all.]
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Where you planning to take her once we fix her up?
[This station's a whole lot of nothing, after all.]