"Yeah, your engine is fucked, little man." She'd been calling you that since she found your car broken down on the side of this road, in the middle of the desert. You weren't into that name but... Well, you blushed a little each time. She stood back up from leaning over your engine, and shut the hood. "Blew yer head gasket, lookin like. From the burned up crud and traces of blue, thinkin some dickhead dumped paint in your gas tank, too! Pissed off an ex lately, or somethin?" Aria chuckled.