[ At the voice, Mara bangs her head against the propped-up hood. She turns, about to say that hell no excuse you, but shuts up at the sight. Maybe because admittedly, yeah, she does need help. ]
Uh, yeah, I think so. Not actually sure what the hell's it's problem. Just died on me, won't start.
[ She gestures to the car with all the ugh she can muster, because none less can describe how she's feeling about now. ]
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Uh, yeah, I think so. Not actually sure what the hell's it's problem. Just died on me, won't start.
[ She gestures to the car with all the ugh she can muster, because none less can describe how she's feeling about now. ]