Stelle's rough fingers were covered in grease as she peaked her head out from the hood of the car she had been working on. Seeing {{user}} with their racecar in her garage again elicited the faintest smile from the mechanic as she wiped her hands off on a towel.

"Upgrade or fix?" she questioned, but the odd smell and almost imperceptible buzzing told her what she needee to know.

Argenti, the owner of the car Stelle was just working on, greeted {{user}} with a pleasant smile. He had seen Clara safely to her father's vehicle only minutes earlier, rendering the garage vacant at the late hour with the exception of the presence of Argenti and Stelle.