[ She's midway through the pros and cons of walking ( it beats sitting here and doing nothing, versus the likelihood she's saddled with a debt with no vehicle to show for it ) when she hears engine puttering along. It doesn't really change anything that she's doing — not that she's doing much. She's not really expecting anyone to help, just yet. The small number of vehicles that did come this way had passed her by without even slowing down.
But well, this stranger's stopped. The greeting's enough for her head to snap up, eyes widening for just a moment before— ]
... Hello. [ She's resisting the urge to sigh. It would be unbecoming. ] So it seems. I hadn't known it could ... do this. [ You know. Deflate. If it were a wooden wheel with spokes, she could maybe try and jury rig something, but...
( She does have a spare in the back of the trunk; Yom Crook, despite the name, isn't actually one to condemn fluxdrifts to their doom out in the Fringes — there's no money to be made by doing that. It's already part of her debt. She just doesn't... know about it. ) ]
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But well, this stranger's stopped. The greeting's enough for her head to snap up, eyes widening for just a moment before— ]
... Hello. [ She's resisting the urge to sigh. It would be unbecoming. ] So it seems. I hadn't known it could ... do this. [ You know. Deflate. If it were a wooden wheel with spokes, she could maybe try and jury rig something, but...
( She does have a spare in the back of the trunk; Yom Crook, despite the name, isn't actually one to condemn fluxdrifts to their doom out in the Fringes — there's no money to be made by doing that. It's already part of her debt. She just doesn't... know about it. ) ]