"I don't know. Lacking I guess." Annie could tell that she was already pissing this guy off. Which was bad news. He had guns. The car had told her so.
"I don't think. I know. There's a dead mouse in the engine. It crawled in the last time you were at home for the warmth. You know, cause it's been cold? It was sleeping when you started the engine, which killed it instantly. Normally it's something that would just drop out on it's own, but it got caught up in the works. You'll have to raise the car up on a lift to get to it, but you don't have to take anything apart. You'll be able to find it."
Annie looked at the car again and then took a step back.