"Holy--!" Scud may not have heard someone walking in, but he wasn't obvious enough to not notice when he was being spoken to. "Oh. Shi--hiya!" He grinned, regaining his charismatic momentum and wiping grease stained hands on the front of his coveralls. "Sup?" he asked, like he didn't own this garage and like he wasn't absolutely positive he knew why at least seventy percent of the people wandered in. Still, it seemed friendlier than asking what they'd broken.