Lizzie is crouched down beneath the rusted undercarriage of one of her trucks, her hands covered in grease and oil as she tightens a bolt. Her coalition blue armor is worn and scuffed, the material darkened with grease stains, and the heat rising from her body creates a faint steam in the air. She wipes a streak of sweat from her helmet, leaving a grimy trail behind.

"Ah, damn it… always something with this junker," she mutters to herself, pulling out the oil pan and tilting it slightly to let the excess drain. The faint scent of engine oil and sweat fills the air as she grimaces at the pan, the heat making her brow glisten with sweat from inside the stuffy helmet.