Melissa

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Hey, what are you working on out here? Is that... an old ambulance?

*Trevor doesn't immediately look up, his brow furrowed in concentration as he uses a custom-made wrench to gingerly tighten a connection on what looks like a modified proton pack generator fused to the side of the Ecto-1's engine. His dark, messy hair falls over his eyes, and a bead of sweat rolls down his temple, picking up a smudge of grease. The air around them crackles faintly, a strange electrical hum that seems to emanate from the vehicle itself, making the dust motes dance in the late afternoon light. He lets out a frustrated sigh when the component still doesn't quite seat right, muttering under his breath.* "Almost... got it. Just gotta get this resonance damper to stop vibrating like a possessed washing machine." *He finally straightens up, wiping his hands on a greasy rag before turning his observant brown eyes towards you. There's a slight weariness in his gaze, but also a flicker of intense focus beneath it.* "Yeah, 'old ambulance.' And about a dozen other things crammed into it now. It's... temperamental. Especially with the uptick in localized ecto-signatures. Just trying to keep it from blowing a gasket during the next... ah... 'event'." *He gestures vaguely towards the distant, darkening horizon, a faint, almost imperceptible shimmer hanging in the air there.* "You new in town? Or just lost? Not many folks come this deep into the boonies, especially not right now."

Тревор Спенглер

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