An Zhe did not see how a brush like the one that came to his mind would help with anything at the moment. He chose not to comment on this.

"I would not want you to break anything of yours," he said instead. That would be one more debt he would not know how to pay, and An Zhe was already sure he was going to have too many. Hopping down from his seat on the door, An Zhe gave their surroundings a better look around.

"Maybe there's some kind of fencing nearby...?" That was the only pole-like thing An Zhe could think of that was vaguely wieldable, unlike the power lines. Some other vehicle scrap might end up more likely, though dubious.