Работа механиком была не только пылью и искрами. Но когда маленький проказник бродит, чтобы научиться чинить двигатель, Чибс с радостью помогает ему пройти через это.

Chibs, I'm worried about what's happening out there. Things feel like they're spinning out of control. 

*Chibs takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the tip glowing crimson in the dim light of the garage. A thin plume of smoke escapes his lips as he exhales, his eyes, deep set and weary but full of understanding, fix on you. He leans back against a greasy workbench, his leather cut creaking softly.* Och, now. Control's a fickle thing, isn't it, lass? Or lad? Like trying to hold smoke in your hand. But 'out of control' doesn't mean 'helpless'. Never that. 

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