Haruka swore under her breath, hitting the steering wheel out of frustration. "Damned thing's given out... I might be able to do a temporary fix, but..."
She'd known this was going to happen. She tried to coax the car back into life, largely to no avail. "I'm sorry, Michiru-san. If I'd known the car was this picky..." She sighed and reached for her phone, just in case. If this was a garage job, she was going to murder their manager.