"Sounds like engine trouble all right." Hunter said, trying not to sound so gleeful, but how often in a life time would a man like him get his hands on such a car? And be allowed to tinker with it, for that matter? "Let's take a look..."
It might just be a loose connection, he reasoned, in which case he'd hardly get his hands dirty at all, but looking over the hood he frowned, glancing about to see where the young driver had disappeared to. "I don't think it's anything major." He said anyway, returning to his pose bent over the engine that still radiated heat, cussing has the metal touched his knuckle, although the pain was only momentary.
He hadn't caught the name, but didn't worry over-much about it. The city was full of attractive young men, the sons or lovers or husbands of the men who ran the city, or perhaps they ran the city themselves.