Firekeeper certainly didn't mind the staring; people did it often enough. She took her time sizing up the girl and the situation. She didn't always insist on charging into a situation without thinking.
"Wheel" she knew, so the "tyre" must be what you called them when they were black and puffy looking, like an inflated bladder. Except for the one, which was indeed flattened. She edged closer, keeping an eye on the car--truck, this one was called--for sudden forward or backwards movement. Behind her, Blind Seer whined in concern. She glanced down at the wheel, wondering if perhaps it was like changing the wheel of a cart, something she had seen Derian do many times.
To her dismay, the mechanisms seemed only vaguely similar. This was all metal and confusion up close, a completely alien device. She hopped back, grateful to be a respectable distance away from the truck and shook her head. "Replace?" she suggested, positive she sounded like an idiot and thoroughly annoyed with that knowledge. "Extra wheel? Cannot make puffy again if punctured. Is correct?"