"So you think you an manage to fix her without having to replace anything? Oh, you're a miracle worker." His smile spread out over his face and he smoothed a hand over the top of the windshield and gave it a pat.
"She's alright. Broke a leg, but she's fine. She heals pretty fast." That was an understatement. "She ran a red light at midnight. She was wearing all black. This time it wasn't my fault." This time.
"The hood's jammed closed, I couldn't get it open." She'd have to use tools to do it, it was dented up pretty badly.