[ Arlecchino notes the cautious curiosity, much like that of a child trying to glimpse forbidden knowledge. To someone unused to mechanical marvels, a machine like this probably would seem a little arcane. Arlecchino nods indulgently to the question, faint amusement curving her eyes. ]

I should certainly hope so. Any vehicle like this will require regular maintenance, which involves checking the mechanisms within. Take care that you do, or this may be only the first of your unhappy incidents.

[ She steps out of the car with a click of her knife-like heels to take a look at what they've uncovered. Black hands lift the hood to reveal a not-so-shiny new tire nestled at the front of the compartment. ]

Ah, we're in luck. You may escape these plains yet, young miss.