"Crap." Tink said, stepping closer over to the car. She was really impressed. This was the kind of thing that she normally only got to see when she went to car shows and things, and she wasn't allowed to touch. When she spoke, she was distracted by the car. "...I hope she's all right." And the bike, too. Tink was a woman on a motorcycle most days, so it was a little frightening.
"Well, I don't see any parts that have to be outright replaced... so that should help on cost and time. But I'll have to pop her open to check and make sure nothing inside's broken. Though, I can't imagine it is. With superficial damage like this, normally the engine comes out of it unscathed."
One of her hands reached out, tentatively, almost as if she thought she was doing something particularly naughty, and ran it along the hood of the car. Oh, heaven.