Another busy morning at Makerith Motors. Two guys has called in sick, meaning Emily was in one of her favourite places - wearing navy coveralls so stained with oil they were almost black, elbow-deep in an engine, with a neon-pink bandana keeping her shock of blue hair our of her face.
"Mikey, you got that small socket wrench?" She yells from the engine. A big guy - not Matt's size, but still burly, gets up and passes the the tool to the small pale hand flailing out from under the hood. A few minutes later, covered in oil but grinning broadly, the chirpy face of the punky Crescent peeks around the hood at Nathaniel Dormur , then moves around the truck, grabbing a tyre and hefting it onto a pile.
"Come on Nate! Told ya this was going to help build up those pins into something!" Emily grins cheerily. "Warned you not to come in a suit and pull on some overalls..." she sniggers. "Look there, grab that exhaust and bring it over here. And don't drag it - you scrape it you bought it, got it?"
With that bouncy swagger she moves back around the front and sits on a roller, going under the car. "C'mon buddy! Ain't got all day!"
Starting with Typhuzuzu13 , but this is an open scene if anyone wants to come along!