"Ha! If only. A hot steak would be a welcome sight." He said through a wide grin that had formed on his face. The feeling of smiling like this had been forgotten to Nico. It almost seemed like their encounter would actually turn into a friendly one, and what a relief that was. As he was setting up the box in front of the Ranger he replied to her. "No real plans yet, just thought it would make carrying things easier. I'd be able to scavenge more things at a time as well. The only downside will be the noise...but yeah, if it has an off-road function that could work."<br/><br/>He walked around to the driver's door and placed his left hand on the step that ran down the side of the large vehicle. Using his hand on the step to vault himself upward, he grabbed the door handle then, in one quick motion, he yanked the door open and moved his feet to the step. After taking a second to make sure he was balanced he reached for the lever to open the hood. Once he heard the hood pop open he dropped back down to the ground and walked back to the box. "So what kind of tool are you looking for?" He asks trying to keep their conversation going, without seeing that she has already picked up a screwdriver.<br/><br/>He now climbs up on the box and undoes the latch under the hood before lifting it up and propping it open. Just be fixable. Please. He is met with a V6 turbo-diesel engine and starts inspecting it. Checking the sparkplugs first, missing.<i>Fuck.</i>Next is the air filter, missing.<i>Well that's not good.</i>After that he checks the water level and finds that its still good.<i>Well that's one thing. H</i>e didn't expect a walk in the park but fuck, it's not looking good. Now for the oil. Nico pulls the dipstick up and dries it on his coat before dipping it back in the oil reservoir and pulling it out, holding it up in the dim light to try and get a good look at it.<i>Empty. Completely fucking empty. Son of a bitch.</i>With that done he puts the dipstick back and closes up the bonnet.