'That's sweet, I don't know many girls who fix cars. Most just like looking good in a new shiny one,' he replied with an easy shrug. He continued to look around, hands in pockets, shoulders slightly hunched over.
He now took her statement to look at the mess that he was being nice enough to avoid stating. 'Yeah? Most people would want to rip the person's head off. So...um, I heard it was this Sylar guy...someone told me that he was bad news.'
He felt so awkward now. Should he even give her a real name? It wasn't like anyone here had heard of him before...he hoped. 'Dean...Dean Winchester,' awkwardly he shook her hand.