Tink laughed softly, nearly snorting at that idea. "I'm not Thelma or Louise, thanks. I'd treat her better than I'd treat my own children." She ran a hand along the side of the car again for emphasis. It was obvious how much reverence she had for such a beautiful machine.
"Oh, um..." She paused for a moment, thinking. "Three... maybe four days? She'll be my first priority. So long as I don't have to order any pieces, it'll take some time to carefully hammer out the dents and match the paint color exactly."