It's force of habit to be cautious, suspicious. Nadine's eyes narrow as she sees the truck approach....but relaxes some when a woman climbs down from the cab. Good. She'd left her handgun in the glove compartment.

She stands, dusting off her black jeans, and nods.

"Uh, yeah. Tire trouble."

She gestures to the flat bottomed wheel.

"And I don't have a jack." She's not even sure if she has a spare tire. Something of a fugue state had been on her, when she left the Scrapyard. If she'd given the blue station wagon a detailed once over, she doesn't remember.