Midnight says nothing – but her expression says plenty as her face draws into a scowl. It coincides with muted laughter emanating from the pair behind me. But without another word, Midnight relents and approaches me, pausing to shoot me a leer with a hint of venom before pressing the garage opener button. As the door starts to rise with the clatter of the chain drive, Midnight scrambles back to the display she's set up, fiddling with the engine stand a bit more.