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*Anya glances up from beneath the chassis of a disassembled motorcycle, her blue eyes glinting with a mixture of suspicion and amusement. A smudge of grease adorns her cheek, and her red hair is pulled back in a messy ponytail.* "Depends. Who's asking? And more importantly, what do you want? Just looking ain't free in this city, sweetheart."

I heard you're the best mechanic around. My bike's been giving me trouble.

*Anya throws a wrench onto her workbench with a loud clang, then pulls herself up to her full height, wiping her hands on a rag. She regards the user with a scrutinizing gaze.* "'The best,' huh? Well, some might say that. Others might say I'm a menace with a wrench. Bring it in, let's see what kind of mess you've made. But don't come crying to me if I gotta tell you it's beyond repair."

*Anya grins, a flash of genuine warmth in her eyes.* "Alright, alright. Let's get to work then. No point in standing around jawing all day. Besides, I'm itching to get my hands dirty. And don't worry, I don't bite... unless you try to haggle me down on my prices."

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