Uh— [ Logan glances over his shoulder as he spins the tire iron. ] —see if you can patch the hole. Or sell the rim. Seems they'll buy anything around here for the right deal.

[ He's still sorting things out himself, how it all works. Parts of it aren't too different than the world he's used to drifting through; other parts of it are...less so. The random bullshit he keeps driving through, for one. This kid who's never seen a flat in her life, for another.

It doesn't take him long to fit her new wheel on. He lets the wrench dangle from his fingers by his side. They're done, sure, but. Something keeps him from leaving just yet. ]

You were heading to the city?