"Nothin' perverted about enjoyin' a view. Everyone enjoys a view; question is how you deal with that view, and what you do with it that makes you the pervert," Mal offered and gestured towards the stools, "Take those off the counters, wipe 'em down, 'n get to makin' yourself useful a bit, think you can manage?"
Mal grinned with a wink before moving about the bar, "Sounds like you'll be needin' to take it to a shop. It's likely mechanical, going to need a new part, and probably going to cost you a pretty penny. I suggest findin' someone young, good with cars, and whom you can bat your eyelashes at a bit for a cheap fare."