Karl would've almost hit his head on the open car hood at the sound of his partner's voice in that tone if Matt hadn't taken the sultry tone as a familiar and a very welcome voice.
Ducking under the hood, himself in just jeans and a white wifebeater, Matt grinned at his girl, putting just enough attention on her to ignore the rest of the crew staring at Grace as well. If they weren't careful enough, they could more than easily slip on motor oil and impale themselves onto something unfortunately sharp.
"Hey, beautiful," he called out around the cigarette hanging from his lips, wiping off his greasy hands on his pants. "Isn't it late for a girl like you to be walking around dangerous places like here?"