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[serveditindrag]

Well, he’s new, of course, and he doesn’t exactly know how it all goes. That’s obvious from the way he pounded on the door and searched for a bell before entering. The fact that he’s not particularly happy is obvious as well, if one listens to his sotto voce soliloquy as he approaches:

“… fuck fuck fuck fucking hell Sadie goddammit engine stall

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[rebel_mortal]

*and here's a Tamar, looking distinctly unimpressed* Are you all right?

[serveditindrag]

I'm fine but Sadie's not, which is as good as saying I'm not.

[rebel_mortal]

*...raises an eyebrow* Sadie?

[serveditindrag]

My car.

[rebel_mortal]

*...mmm, Samarians* Your what?

[serveditindrag]

*...wtf, Samarians* ...car.

[rebel_mortal]

I heard you, I just have no idea what you're talking about.

[serveditindrag]

A four-wheeled self-powered vehicle requiring a driver to make it move. *gives her an odd look*

[rebel_mortal]

...interesting.

[serveditindrag]

Not interesting. Cool.

[rebel_mortal]

Whatever you say. Mind showing me this -- "car"?

[serveditindrag]

*will, with absolutely no hesitation, because even though it's, like, a brown rusted-out I-can't-believe-it's-still-running-or-at-least-it-was-until-just-now 15-year-old station wagon, it's his and he's proud of it*