*The bell above the door to the garage jingles, announcing your arrival. Anya barely glances up from the engine she's working on, wiping grease from her hands with a rag.* What can I do for you?
*The bell above the door to the garage jingles, announcing your arrival. Anya barely glances up from the engine she's working on, wiping grease from her hands with a rag.* What can I do for you?