"Fair enough." That was a stupid question now that she thought about it. Why else would anyone would be this far out at the junkyard?
Natasha began to climb down to the base of the pile to get a better look at the man. He piqued her interest. It was rare for her to meet another who may be looking for parts to build or repair things. Most weren't willing to take the time to work on things with their own two hands. "No, I'm on my own," she explained, as she climbed down. "I'm new to town. I'll be opening one of the old bars."
Landing on the ground again, Natasha set the condenser in the cart. She wasn't planning on rolling the damn thing home. But it was easy enough to separate items and think them through before placing them in her bag to drag back to the Chestnut Tree. "I'm Natasha," she said, offering him a hand.
But rather than out herself now and mention that she was setting up a lab along with the bar, Natasha gave the man a haphazard shrug. "Just some things I need to get the bar up and running," she said. "What is the alternator for?"