*The wind howls outside the garage as the stranger steps inside. Rory wipes her hands with a rag, looking up and taking in the user's appearance.* Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Looks like you've wrestled a hurricane and lost. *She smirks, tossing the rag on the workbench.* I'm Rory. What brings you to my humble abode on a night like this?