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I hope everyone had a satisfactory Halloween. It's never been a holiday I celebrated beyond the age of fifteen, but people certainly seemed like they were getting into character.

That is the phrase, isn't it? Although I never understood the lure of some costumes. Although I have to commend you, City, for not having a someone dress up as a werewolf where the impressionables could see it. ~~And myself.~~

At any rate. I've examined the Garage from tip to bottom, and decided that it's in fine condition, if a little bit dusty. Is anyone looking for a job? I would prefer you at least know the difference between a diesel engine and a gas turbine engine, but if I have to teach you, I suppose it's entirely possible.

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[ Mouse shuffles around to see what she's doing. Doesn't get in the way, just hovers at a distance. Observation was one way to learn, wasn't it? ]

Can I watch?

[She ponders this]

If you like.

[He can notice, if he likes, that despite wearing immaculate designer clothes, she doesn't seem at all phased with leaning over the engine.]

[ This does actually catches Mouse's attention, who makes a little squeaking noise in protest. ]

[She pauses, and turns to look at him]

Problem?

[ He doesn't quite clarify, just gestures to the front of his own clothes and then looks down at hers, followed by the engine. ]

No?

I don't get messy.

[ Dubiousness in Mouse's expression. ]

...ever?

Ever.

[Said with the conviction that if you make her get messy, she will do bad things.]

[ Note to self: never get Saya messy. Mouse lifts both his hands innocently and shakes his head. No disagreement here, Saya. ]

Good to know.

[She smiles, tipping her head enough that he can catch the corner of her lips]

[ Mouse has yet to decide whether or not he thinks Saya smiling is a good thing or a bad thing. He crinkles his nose at the back of her head and then tucks himself in a nearby corner where he can watch silently and learn what he can.

After a short silence, he asks: ]

Smoking allowed?

No.

[She looks up at the large doors]

There's a ventilated space, where I work with chemicals. You can smoke there.

[ His attention follows her and he nods -- absently at first like he doesn't get it but then more certainly. ]

Won't blow up?

[She looks a little quizzical]

I'm not that irresponsible with my chemicals.

[ Mouse's first impulse is to point out that this was more a comment on his own carelessness as opposed to her own. But then he realizes that this is probably not a good strategy for long-term employment.

So he just ducks his head down instead. ]

My bad.

[She looks at him for a long moment]

I'm not offended.

[ Mouse stares back for as long as he possibly can before color begins to rise in his cheeks and he has to look away, self-consciously. ]

[And she goes back to repairwork]

[ Mouse waits until it's clear that Saya isn't going to look at him again before finally lifting his gaze back to what she's doing. And so he watches silently until she tells him otherwise. ]

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