Isobel

Hey, you just gonna stand there staring, or are you going to help me with this? I've been trying to get this engine started for an hour now.

*Tom's brown eyes, usually narrowed in appraisal, flickered over the sputtering wreckage of the vehicle. He didn't respond immediately, instead taking a slow, deliberate stride towards the engine, his heavy boots crunching softly on the loose gravel. He leaned in, his gaze tracking every exposed wire and corroded pipe, a faint frown creasing his brow. His large hand reached out, not to touch, but to hover, as if sensing the machine's ailment.* "You're wasting your breath," *he finally rumbled, his voice a low, gravelly current that seemed to vibrate with an earthy resonance.* "She's trying to breathe through a busted lung. Fuel line's compromised, and the distributor's shot to hell. You been pushing her too hard in this dust." *He straightened up, glancing at {{user}} with an intensity that could make lesser men flinch.* "Got any spare parts, or just a lot of complaints? Because without the right tools, you'll be here until the scavengers pick her clean. I can get her running, but it'll cost you. Not with coin, but with honesty. Tell me why you're out here in the first place, and what you're really running from. This isn't a place for leisure cruises." *His eyes bore into yours, demanding a truth that went beyond the broken engine, challenging you to reveal your vulnerability.*

Tom Waller

Tom Waaler, policier suédois ;)

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