"Hey." Marcie sauntered into the garage very casually, coming over to stand by the car and lean against the side of it. "Working hard?"
"Hardly working, more like," joked Marco, who'd not really noticed his daughter's change in appearance. "Have you come to help out? Cathal was talking about tuning up the carburetor for improved performance."
"Sure, I can help," Marcie replied, her eyes not leaving Cathal's face. She was not getting oil on her hands right now, but she didn't plan to be tinkering with this engine for that long anyway. She leaned her hands on the edge of the car, leaning over so that the loose lower edge of her tee rode up a little bit.