"That's ok, rea-" Adam started, but she was already prodding at the sideview mirror. "It's been like that for," he paused to think, "two years now. Besides, if it ended up taking out one of the bad guys, it'd all be worth it. Right?" He set the half drank bottle down on the bumper and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket.
"It's shabby." He chuckled at her assessment. "It's crappy too. Rattletrap, definitely." He fished out a twenty from between a remaining ten and a one and held it out to her. "The motor was most of the battle," Adam said, shaking his head as he looked at the vehicle with weary affection. "The rest of it doesn't matter quite so much. But thanks for your help, I really appreciate it. And I'd at least like to pay you for what you did."