He laughed. "I speak several languages. English tends to be the one that I go to first. If that doesn't work, I try to switch it up," he explained, grinning at her. He didn't mind the messy hands and barely even made a note of the fact that his probably took some of the grease and grime that she had on hers along with him. Magic was there for a reason and he could always clean up later.
"Great. It's just outside. "I'm Sergei, by the way," he offered up. It was probably at least polite to give a name to the woman if she was going to be working on his car. "Have you worked in this field a while?" he asked. "I have to admit that you're one of the first women I've seen in a garage. Good for you."