However, satisfied that Starla has a good rhythm going and having no issues, I return to the front of the car to check on Midnight's progress in the meantime. She's still set up in the engine bay, occupying the empty void where the Hemi would reside. Her hardened gaze and clenched jaw reflect the determination to get every last bit of dust, grime, and cobwebs out of the nooks and crannies. However, some of that debris has found its way into her coat and hair, making it look like it's more of an exchange between car and mare.