"Kind, nothing," Finn said lightly, reaching inside to turn off the gokart, then sticking his hands in his pockets as he started to lead the way towards the building that housed the kitchens. "I just want to be around when that thing gets cooked."
Finn lifted a hand to just barely touch his brow, and then shrugged it off with a good bit of machismo thrown in. "Special friend, you could say that," he nodded. "Found some idiot messing with my stuff, and had a really nice brawl going on, until he decided to go all wrenchey on me," he said. "Kids these days, right?"
He tipped his head at the newcomer, mildly curious. "Where'd you come from?"