Tink blinked at the racer who was talking to her. She glanced around behind her in a strangely, cartoonish, vaudevillian gesture, and then turned back with wide eyes. It screamed 'Who, me?' without Tink having to actually say it.
Deer in headlights. Check.
"Oh, no, no one sent me, I just... I was wandering and curious, and... you're really good at that, you know?" She said, pointing with one hand and taking a tentative step forward. Hopefully the dude wouldn't mind a compliment. "I mean, jeez, that sort of stuff takes me at least an hour at the garage."