Lauren wasn't sure how a handshake could've made either of them wetter, but she wasn't going to call him out. Some people didn't want to shake hands. It wasn't any big deal in her book. "Lauren," she introduced. "Ren for short if you prefer; I answer to both." She rolled the bad tire back to stick in her trunk, then threw in the jack and tire iron and pulled out two towels. She moved fast to get them inside the car before they got rained on too badly, spreading them over the driver's and passenger's seats to at least somewhat protect her leather.
"Hop in," she invited, once she'd moved her phone, wallet, and jacket off the passenger seat. "Thanks again for the help. I wasn't really looking forward to hanging in my car until the rain let up or someone could come get me." Which would've probably been a while, with the severe lack of friends she had in this town. It never really bothered her in normal situations, but when she needed help, her habit of never getting too close to anyone definitely had a way of coming back and biting her on the ass. She clutched in and turned the key, the old Camaro starting up with a deep-throated purr.