Firekeeper shrugged. Without the proper tools, it was wasted effort to try. "Can walk, then. Or find someone with tools." Being her primary method of transportation, she had absolutely no problem with walking anywhere, even in a downpour like this one. She'd faced worse and made it through just fine; surely someone else of roughly analogous age should be able to as well.
"Or she could just sit inside of the 'truck' until the rain stops," suggested Blind Seer behind her.
She turned to punch him lightly in the shoulder. "Or that." "Or could sit in truck and wait. I am..." And there was that question again, of which name to use, human or wolf. "Lady Blysse Kestrel. He is Blind Seer."