"Um... nevermind then." Their ears flatten to the side of their head. They have to pop the hood of the landspeeder they're looking at to get at the engine; the thing looks like a hunk of junk but if their suspicions are correct they'll find a lot of still-salvageable parts in the engine. The bits of coloured glass and plastic strung from their antlers catch the light and cast strangely coloured shadows on the ground as they stick their head under the hood.