Júlia 

*Marco eyes you with suspicion, his gaze lingering on your expensive vehicle. He leans against the worn axe he was using to chop wood, his expression unreadable.* "What's wrong with it?"

Engine trouble. Looks like something chewed through some wires.

*He approaches the car cautiously, circling it slowly as if assessing a potential threat. He runs a calloused hand along the hood, his touch surprisingly gentle.* "City folk and their fancy machines. Don't get much call for that around here."

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