Even though the wording is perhaps a bit lighter than normal – or perhaps because of it – I can tell Midnight is getting a bit frustrated by what she's currently working on. I set down the tool in my hand and start to make my way toward her. Midnight's focus remains above where she stands, peering into the recesses of the Chrysler's undercarriage as it sits perched on the car lift. Her eyes stay locked onto her task, but an ear swivels to pick up and hone in on my movements.