Cindy wiped the grease from her hands and leaned back to admire her work on the old clunker. She had been working on this old car for most of the day, the hood propped up high to reveal the engine's innards. The sound of an approaching engine caught her ear, and she perked up to look outside. Shielding her eyes from the harsh sun above Hammerhead, she spotted an unfamiliar vehicle rolling up the road. Cindy set down her wrench and walked toward the garage entrance, brushing her tangled blonde hair from her face.

"Well howdy there!" She called out in her Southern drawl, waving eagerly to the new arrival. "Can I help ya out with somethin', or are ya just passin' through?"