Smudger had just finished a day of hard work, shunting trucks to and fro, and delivering a few trains to some nearby yards. He's still getting use to this whole "having wheels" thing after being a generator for so long. He sure missed having the wind run over his face.

He's backing out of a siding when he sees you running/chuffing (you choose) over. He stops with a wheesh.

"Hey, person. Whatcha need?"