( She feels a little bit guilty, watching him work. It's clear he's not as spry as maybe he once was; the popping of a knee here or there, a quiet sound of effort when he puts his weight into the twisting of the wrench... she could be doing this part. She's strong, stronger than any girl her age or stature should be. It wouldn't take her much, probably, to be doing this instead.

But she doesn't know him. Doesn't know how he'd take the offer. Has learned through experience that getting her head bitten off by grouchy old men isn't exactly a confetti parade, even if it does strike up something aching and sad and fond and bittersweet in the pit of her chest. The loss is old, but it still twinges even now, years later.

Donut; she didn't even know that's what they were called. Not a very good sign for her first foray into car ownership. )

Don't know where I'm going. ( She admits after a beat, and she's not entirely sure why she's letting herself be so honest with a stranger. It's probably not smart, but... if this man is putting real effort into the changing of a tire, he can't hurt her. Not really. Even if he follows her to nowhere. ) The man said there was a city. I haven't seen people in a long time. Will it get me that far?

( Civilization, she means. A real one. New people. A functioning city, not just a band of rebels or a horde of two-bit washed-up villains that never got their time in the sun, all converging together to form a coalition. She hasn't seen functional human life since the TVA ripped her out of Canada and torched her universe. )