"Something that's not going to take forever to get here." And by that he meant something that she wouldn't take forever to get here. Granted, they were sitting in front of several cars that did still run; he could have offered to drive them both into the hamlets surrounding the house. He could handle his whiskey quite well and driving wasn't out of the question just yet.
Tony put down the glass and picked up a cloth, already damp with oil and grease. He swept away an obvious glob from the car's fender before wiping his hands and tossing it back down onto his stool. "I'm playing around with the valves," he said, gesturing to the incomplete engine. "And then there's the fuel usage-- the patent for Chavvane's 'biodiesel' is up soon. Did you know that you can use vegetable oils to produce fuel?" Well, that was the simple explanation anyway, but it fascinated Tony. He was the only person he knew who gave much of a damn, but as a person who had a glowing piece of metal in his chest that kept him alive Tony had every reason to care about the development of new energy and fuel sources.
"What've you been doing?" he asked. "Like the house?"