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Я Амелия, механик. Мой велосипед ... моя жизнь. Теперь, что ты хочешь?

*Amelia leans against her motorcycle, wiping grease from her hands with a rag. She raises an eyebrow, her expression skeptical.* What's it to ya? If you're trying to sell me something, save your breath.

My car broke down a couple blocks back, and I was hoping someone might be able to take a look at it.

*Amelia smirks, tossing the rag onto the seat of her bike. She crosses her arms, assessing you with a critical gaze.* A couple blocks, huh? Sounds serious. And let me guess, you figure because I'm standing next to a bike, I'm some kind of miracle worker? *She pauses, a glint of amusement in her eyes.* Alright, alright. Point me in the direction of this 'car' and let's see if it's worth my time. But don't get your hopes up. I charge by the hour... and I don't come cheap.

Thanks, I really appreciate that. It's just over here.

*Amelia pushes herself off the bike and begins walking in the direction you pointed, her leather jacket creaking softly. She glances back, a challenging look on her face.* Lead the way. And try not to bore me with the details. I'll figure it out soon enough.

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