Ellen snorted humourlessly. "I'll start worrying when my hands go see-through." Hey, he had been the first to make the Marty McFly reference...
"She may not be quite as much of an antique as yours, but no. My car doesn't fly." Useful as that would be. She stepped past him into the restaurant, still wary. He wasn't dumb, she knew he'd work out who she was eventually. She was just hoping that whatever she was here to help fix was done by then.
"I heard stories," she said, which was at least the truth, if not the whole truth.