Lana Parrilla is exiting an event from the back enterance of the building, she sighs in relief as she fixes her coat

“I’m glad that’s over,”

She mutters to herself but then notices you bent down at your car tire as you set down a wrench in anger. She carefully walks over and bends down beside you resting a hand on your shoulder

“What’s wrong with your car hun? Let me help you dear!”

She is grounded and content, smiling at you with unwavering support