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Apparently some idiots had never heard of the classroom door. In fact, this idiot had wandered in through the garage-half of the classroom.

Ellie Spectre, self-proclaimed addict to vehicles, had been sitting on one of the desks in the classroom half of the strange hybrid of a classroom. She had wanted to get some quick work done on a recent project before going home, but needed a break.

Said break was being spent studying a bit for her upcoming motorcycle test. She hadn't even bothered to look up from her booklet.

"Well, dumb a**! Maybe you should'a come in th'classroom through the school buildin' instead of around th'school buildin'." This blonde girl in the classroom half of the auto shop didn't sound very sympathetic. Yet sadly enough, she was the only one left in the classroom.

If this dog-earred boy had any foresight as to what his choice in words was going to get him, he probably would have bit his tongue.

"Excuse me?" Her DMV pamphlet was set down on the desk and she stood up. She was pretty intimidating at 5'10", but the relatively sour expression upon her face was only adding to the intimidation factor. Soon enough the girl was standing right in front of this ridiculously puppy-earred boy. Her golden eyes were staring dead into his.

"Do ya think fer some reason I wouldn't be able t'help ya?" In her humble opinion (which was the only one that mattered), it almost sounded like he had doubts in her knowledge or abilities. Probably the standard "just because you are a girl" issue.

The girl's lips were pressed into a straight line, and her eyes began to look over the boy. It looked as if she was trying to judge him based off his looks. When she seemed finished, she simply stated "Yer hair makes ya look like a f**."

Yes, it had nothing to do with anything, but that's how she saw it. Only dogs should have puppy ears. Not boys in high school.

If they had been outside, she might have hocked up a loogie, just for show. Yet, she was indoors. Instead, she simply just snorted slightly. "Jus' because I'm workin' doesn't mean I'm busy..."

A finger pointed to her DMV pamphlet. "That's just what I was doin' on break..." The same finger then pointed on over to some obvious car part that was on a work bench.

"That's what I'm workin' on..." Pause. "And I can work an' talk at th'same time." She was sorely tempted to roll her eyes, but held off as she turned back to her project. Without an explanation, she began to start working. It was up to him to draw the obvious conclusion.

His recollection as to how he knew her did not seem to impress the tomboy. She just continued to tighten various sections with a screwdriver or small wrench, alternating between the two for different sections. She didn't even bother to comment that she remembered that day pretty well.

She did, but then again, it was probably more because of the Youma hitting her square in the ribs.

He popped the question he had come with, and when he paused to let her answer, she did just that.

"So... do ya know anythin' 'bout fixin' cars?" It was an obvious question that he should have been able to come up with himself.

Ellie sighed.

It was one of the common misconceptions about that question.

"No... you just answered if yer able t'maintain a car. Yer thinkin' of when it breaks down, are ya gonna be able t'repair it."

There was a pause in her voice, though her hands continued to work as they had been the whole time.

"I asked if ya know anythin' 'bout fixin' cars. Meanin' that yer car starts off as a piece of crap and yer obviously gonna have t'make it work. Cause if ya get a hunk of junk... that's how it's gonna end up workin'. The car won't even be able t'start and yer gonna have t'pay out the a** t'get it workin'."

If it wasn't obvious, she was gunning for Captain Obvious to just buy a car from a lot.

The girl laughed as he explained the situation. It wasn't a good laugh, it was one that could be read as a bit degrading. "Oh god, kid, you've got a lot t'learn!" she bellowed out a bit.

She eventually paused with her work and turned to face him. She had a bit of a lazy grin on her face, but again, it wasn't a good natured smile. "If fer some miracle, yer able t'find one that's merely a cosmetic junkie, then yer probably doomed t'have it break down within th'first month of ownin' it."

With the wrench she had at hand, she then tapped at the part she had been working on. "Secondly... it would be kinda illegal t'pay me t'work on yer car. Ya could hire a legit guy t'do it... but I couldn't do it legally fer about another year." Once more, she tapped the part with her wrench. "Only way I could work on somethin' like that would be if I was doin' it fer free. And I've got better things t'do than work on yer potential junk pile."

Yeah, better things like working on her own junk pile of a car. And studying so she could start riding her motorcycle about the town.

The mention of banks, loans, and hospital bills almost seemed to a grab for sympathy. The tomboy honestly had none, especially for a stranger like this kid. "Well, kid, I gave ya my two cents... do whatever ya want with it..." Once more, the girl turned back to her work.

If it wasn't for the fact she knew that there was a stereotype for car salesmen being con men, she might have gotten upset at his statement. Instead, she continued to work, almost seeming absolutely indifferent about what he was saying.

When Azzo (apparently that was the dog-boy's name) finally paused in speaking, she addressed his situation.

"Last I checked, my dad ain't a crook. He's a used car salesman."

She had said it so plainly, that it might have actually prevented a "foot in mouth" moment for the boy. Maybe.

There was a slight pause so that her little factoid could settle in before she then added another factoid. "I go by Ellie." She stated it pretty flatly, but she eventually looked up from her work and set the wrench down. She had been raised good and proper, so she jogged over to where he was lingering, thrusting her hand out in his direction for a quick, but firm handshake.