"Oh, I doubt it's a major fault." Hunter reassured with a smile, "Probably just something come loose, it happens sometimes, no matter how good a car is, or how well it's made. It's the nature of machines." He said, moving to sit on the old security desk, unoccupied for years now. "Should be able to fix it for you within minutes, once the engine is cool enough to touch." Although he hoped, selfishly, it would take a little longer than that, if only so he could talk to the beautiful young blonde a while more.
"I live here, work here. Try and keep the place ticking over." He said, although considering the state of the building he should probably have been ashamed to admit it. At least the ladder and tool-box, abandoned under one of the light-fittings, proved he was who he said he was.